One night, washing up after dinner, I hear the click of the side-gate. A dark-haired figure lopes past the window and my husband calls out, ‘Joey’s here.’ My body …
Hatton's Hunger (Mark William Jackson)
Review of Stu Hatton’s collection of poetry, How to be Hungry. Bukowski once said “don’t play with madness, madness doesn’t play.” Likewise, don’t play with words unless you know what …
My Father’s Body in Nine Drawings (Francesca Rendle-Short)
1 My father is not yet dead. People who knew him say there is a likeness in this drawing. I can still see him breathing, can you? I still …