by Christopher Norris You can call me his chief protector,You can call me his hired gun,Or his strong-arm press-deflectorSince it’s one of the jobs I’ve done.Started off... Continue reading
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poem and image above by Lewis Wyn Davies It’s not only the goalsthat wet both eyes.Not only the numberof market towns, cathedral citiesand bashful hamlets between the... Continue reading
by Susan Lindsay, with image above by Martin Gollan Villain. Beloved justicePresident elect, Inauguration weekwe love democracy, that each vote countsbut not always the countedshouting, ‘Fraud, Clear... Continue reading
by Rebecca Lowe The Crazy Truth is a working-class novel that remains true to its roots – unflinchingly honest to the point of brutal, yet also touching,... Continue reading
Brett Gregory speaks to Steve Presence and Matthias Kispert, co-conveners of the RFN, the largest alternative film/media communication hub in the world. The RFN was originally established... Continue reading
by Jenny Farrell The Irish language is often relegated to the past—a relic of rural idylls or historical dramas. Kneecap, directed by Rich Peppiatt, smashes this notion... Continue reading
Nothing There are forty of us in my class,a symphony of sniffing and snotsdragging themselves up nostrils,making me feel like vomitingon the boy in front of me.... Continue reading
FOREST OF NOISE, By Mosab Abu Toha, Reviewed by Razia Parveen This poignant and beautifully crafted book of poetry captures the heart-wrenching experiences of Palestinian children amid... Continue reading
by James O’Brien What’s left is stretchered on the metal frame,A borrowed structure dominating a fetid room.The barrelled light a stale vortex of horsemen,Refracted from retreating flesh... Continue reading
by Jim Aitken Malibu Mansionslook a bit like Gaza nowbut with more burnt cars. Continue reading
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