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Fishing for Boys

Dancing on, around or near to the ceiling, A slim, shapely lady. With her faceless silver, She is to and fro from me and she knows That I know her purpose. *** Lower, lower. Lower still, you have come, And brought such company That by their presence I am fitful, coy, Though at first wary...

Grey-blue

Eight forty-six. The sky had turned a murky blue and its edges glowed pink-gold with the setting sun. Like paper on a flame, the horizon pulsed as embers do and spat diamonds and ash up into the summer night. Tonight was perfect. The twilight air ran warm-cold in shivers above me before settling upon my...

Open Call – The Analogue verses Digital Pop-up Shop

The Analogue verses Digital Pop-up Shop will be a retail space for products produced by independents in music, film, photography and literature. It will also form an exhibition space, a discussion space & a collaborative workspace. We hope to bring together creative practitioners and start-up businesses from different fields to cross-pollinate skills, opportunities, resources and...

An Idea – An Extract from Dogtooth Chronicals

AN IDEA Wolfgang, Dreamscape Beneath my feet the cold ground is hardened. There were ridges ploughed into the Earth long ago, when it was soft and giving. Now it is as concrete, desperate to trip me and crunch on my bones. I see a figure in the distance. I pray a gentleman, stood solitary in...

Writer’s Block…

WRITER’S BLOCK Roxanne Ratcliffe, Next to Nowhere The empty white page bleeds to an empty white world. I’m walking and yet there’s nothing. The pale sky merges to the pale snowy landscape, except there is no landscape, no trees, no shapes. Just an expanse of white page, blank. Maybe here I am truly lost. Spinning...

Noses. Two noses, two little noses.

She opened her eyes, seeing her nose directly opposing his – almost, but not quite touching. Her breaths were shallow, as if even in sleep she had been aware of his proximity. She breathed through her mouth, as did he; lips slightly parted, crooked, open just enough for a sliver of air to pass through...

First Look: The Greater Thief

The day the man at the end of the road got shot was a fairy tale day. It was a day I’d spent in another world wondering if my prince would trot round the corner and along the grisly north London street on a white horse. I thought it all through thoroughly, as I sat...
MelloMello: Averted Closure?

MelloMello: Averted Closure?

MelloMello is a grassroots music venue and down-to-earth cafe located near the ropewalks of Liverpool city centre on the corner of Slater Street and Parr Street, nearby to Wolstenholme Square.  In recent years it has become an increasingly important meeting point for Merseyside artists of all types and regularly presents high quality local, national and...

I Write the Bee Sides…

Trawling junk shops, getting covered in chalk & charcoal, scavenging for a drum kit. These are probably not the usual activities of someone preparing for a book launch. But with seismic changes afoot (that’s right I used the word seismic), the literary world is throwing the traditional tweed manual for correct behaviour out of the...

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