Gaia Holmes’ third collection with Manchester’s ever-reliable Comma Press is a bittersweet gem. Writing mostly in a kind of disciplined free verse, Holmes runs her eye across a wealth of strange material, exploring the private dreams of pylons, the curious properties of sinkholes and how best to react when transforming into a sea horse. Yet
Manny Blacksher Manny Blacksher grew up in Alabama, but has lived for long periods in Montreal and Dublin, Ireland. Over sixty of his poems have appeared in publications that include Poetry Ireland Review, The Guardian’s Online Poetry Workshop, Measure, and The Maynard. His short story, ‘Des Cruditees’, was published in Blue Monday Review. STORGY Magazine
Manny Blacksher Manny Blacksher grew up in Alabama, but has lived for long periods in Montreal and Dublin, Ireland. Over sixty of his poems have appeared in publications that include Poetry Ireland Review, The Guardian’s Online Poetry Workshop, Measure, and The Maynard. His short story, ‘Des Cruditees’, was published in Blue Monday Review. STORGY Magazine
With such a busy January behind us, we thought it best to pull together all our goings on in one place for you to access: Book Reviews, Interviews, Film Reviews and Short Stories. – BOOK REVIEWS – Seeing Red by Lina Meruane – read review here. The Fandom by Anna Day – read review here.
We took almost a week to surmise it was martial drumming in tattoo twenty feet above their roof. We knew by month’s end other similarly apprised domestic incidents: wedding service smashed plate-by-plate, sheets ripped off beds at three am, keys whipped at heads, and faces pressed—mouths gaping, eyeless— against the window panes in empty rooms.
‘Peach’ is the story about a young girl aptly named Peach who we discover staggering home after a catastrophic event that will change her life forever; going home to her parents who don’t really see her and who are too interested in carving out time for sex to notice her difficult and life altering predicament.
Well 2017 has been a busy year for me writing, reading and reviewing a huge amount of books and a highlight or guilty pleasure of mine has been and shall always be that of the short story. I have read a vast list of short stories this year, five-hundred of them for our short story
It’s that time of year again where I recap on the books that I have read over the last year; and lets face it I have read an awful lot, some of them have been outstanding, some have been boring as hell and some have left a mark long after the pages were closed and
The child slept and mum and dad snored, While Sparky cowered behind the living room door. When down the chimney came old Nick Claws, Crushing some coal under his paws The Yule log was burning to keep him out Fire against the monster of night’s doubt But the flame is stifled, all light
News Brief * Going about my day, sometimes I glimpse the news corralled in the narrow margins of my bright screen, and often it depresses me. Like today, a life reduced to two lines small enough to cover with my thumb: Man shoots himself in mall. No one hurt. How quickly we forget these strangers
