Academia by Jenny Mitchell, with above image by Chad McCail This is not a campus for the poor. The posh,in drab designer clothes, labels on the outside... Continue reading
I began writing this quarterly column looking for reasons to stay ‘hopeful’, whatever that means. I used to know. Or else, I thought I did: something like... Continue reading
Daffodils by Fran Lock and what of them? hardy stragglersbetween wastelands, waste laneswith the weather wetly trepanning the factories. by junctions of squathope, the stooping of resolute... Continue reading
Respite by Wayne Dean-Richards I watch an episode of the original Star Trek TV series, followed immediately by an episode ofWhatever Happened to the Likely Lads? followed... Continue reading
Nick Moss reviews two new books from Smokestack: The Dogs, by Michael Stewart, and Black Bullets in the Sweet Jar by Alison Carr Michael Stewart’s The Dogs... Continue reading
My Liverpool home by Ruth Aylett Made by a funnel-shaped Mersey whose bottlenecked tides scouredthe sand that did for Chester;made by blood money lives of the enslaved,... Continue reading
Whippoorwills and Welding Rods by Fred Voss When I first started in a machine shopI didn’t even know how t use a file“Didn’t anyone teach you how... Continue reading
Jericho by Pete Godfrey On a scraggy patch of land we stake our claim –this country’s ours, not terrain of the owners –and string up banners, raise... Continue reading