MATTHEW STEWART works in the Spanish wine trade and lives between Extremadura and West Sussex. Following two pamphlets with HappenStance Press (both now sold out), his first full collection, The Knives of Villalejo,… Continue reading
ROSE VAN SON is a Western Australian poet and has been published in Westerly, Cordite, Australian Poetry Journal, Rabbit, Blood Orange Review (USA) , Grieve and more. She has won prizes in the… Continue reading
Kate Bush How To Be Invisible (Faber, 2018) by Becky Varley-Winter In her lyrics to ‘The Sensual World’, Kate Bush draws inspiration from Molly Bloom, the ‘Penelope’ figure and ‘mountain flower’ whose orgasm… Continue reading
HUGH MCMILLAN is a poet from Penpont in south west Scotland who has been widely collected and anthologised. His latest collection ‘The Conversation of Sheep’, a collaboration with shepherd Michael Robertson, was published… Continue reading
STEPHEN KEELER won a Scottish Book Trust New Writing Award in 2015 and published his chapbook While You Were Away in 2018 (Maquette Press). He was shortlisted for the Winchester Poetry Prize 2018 and has… Continue reading
B. ANNE ADRIAENS currently lives and writes in Somerset, Britain. Her work often reflects her interest in alienation and all things weird and dark, as well as her concerns about pollution and the environment… Continue reading
“You’re in for it, son,” they told me. “Tonight, you’re fighting a bear.” I’ve never been good for picking up on a joke, so I asked them again. They said they were serious.… Continue reading
Of the handful of novels I managed to read this year, three in particular stand out. Basma Abdel Aziz’s The Queue (Melville House, 2016; translated by Elisabeth Jaquette) is the subtle, frequently unnerving… Continue reading
TIM LOVE’s publications are a poetry pamphlet Moving Parts (HappenStance) and a story collection By all means (Nine Arches Press). He lives in Cambridge, UK. His poetry and prose have appeared in Stand, Rialto, Magma, Unthology, etc.… Continue reading
A tall fella is shouting, face contorted in a sneer, towering over a lass who doesn’t answer. His finger wags and points, inches from her face. She doesn’t move. The engine whines, I… Continue reading
