The tongue cuts deeper…
The tongue cuts deeper than the knife; Blood congeals, the skin heals the razors incision is soundless and sweet. But your words are like machetes slashing at my soul and livid scars remain long after they […]
The tongue cuts deeper than the knife; Blood congeals, the skin heals the razors incision is soundless and sweet. But your words are like machetes slashing at my soul and livid scars remain long after they […]
I thought it might be interesting to do a series of blog posts on my experience of beginning to write a novel. Yes, you heard right. Having posted that rather despairing piece recently, questioning whether I could […]
As its title augurs, this book by Edouard Levé (his first to be published in English) is an honest meditation on the subject of suicide. The reader is prepared for its honesty by the blurb, […]
A4: we present heart honest-to-god-soul and it’s in there, ask Justin we used to stand out on the patio-deck of his tree-house and scream into the night we were just a lonely pair looking for […]
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