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Jude Cook discusses his new novel, Time Being
by Tim Relf With the countdown on to publication of Jude Cook’s ‘existential’ literary thriller, Time Being, House catches up with the acclaimed author to find out what makes him...
Jude Cook discusses his new novel, Time Being
by Tim Relf With the countdown on to publication of Jude Cook’s ‘existential’ literary thriller, Time Being, House catches up with the acclaimed author to find out what makes him...
So you want to work in publishing?
A conversation with Chris Hamilton-Emery of Salt Publishing Publishing might seem like a closed world, but behind every book lies a web of people, skills and ideas. Here, Salt’s co-founder...
So you want to work in publishing?
A conversation with Chris Hamilton-Emery of Salt Publishing Publishing might seem like a closed world, but behind every book lies a web of people, skills and ideas. Here, Salt’s co-founder...
Wormsong and Descant
I awoke late and moved through the morning tainted with sleep. I prepared a light breakfast then prepared for the day: dressed carefully, a little something for everyone – light worsted...
Wormsong and Descant
I awoke late and moved through the morning tainted with sleep. I prepared a light breakfast then prepared for the day: dressed carefully, a little something for everyone – light worsted...
Poetry on the Platforms
by Anna Woodford Poetry on the Platforms started in 2021 with an extraordinary metro journey in my home city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I was on public transport for the...
Poetry on the Platforms
by Anna Woodford Poetry on the Platforms started in 2021 with an extraordinary metro journey in my home city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I was on public transport for the...
Three poems
My Neurological Leg At the International Halal Centre I look at the Diamond Fish. I touch the aubergines – a Sicilian cardinal vibrates. I cross the park – It’s a...
Three poems
My Neurological Leg At the International Halal Centre I look at the Diamond Fish. I touch the aubergines – a Sicilian cardinal vibrates. I cross the park – It’s a...
The Opposite of Godot
by Guy Ware Of all the people I know who’ve died, the one I think about the most – I mean, apart from some of my immediate family – is...
The Opposite of Godot
by Guy Ware Of all the people I know who’ve died, the one I think about the most – I mean, apart from some of my immediate family – is...
As Night Was Falling
I was born at 8.40 p.m. on 17th June 1948. The address on my birth certificate is 34 Great Western Road (now the A93). This was where my grandparents lived,...
As Night Was Falling
I was born at 8.40 p.m. on 17th June 1948. The address on my birth certificate is 34 Great Western Road (now the A93). This was where my grandparents lived,...
The Comfort Trap
Molly is dying. Only my blood can save her. It flows out through a long plastic tube plugged painfully into my nose, as though an artery runs between us.
The Comfort Trap
Molly is dying. Only my blood can save her. It flows out through a long plastic tube plugged painfully into my nose, as though an artery runs between us.
Three poems
Evenings in Hell Let’s play cards,’ he said, crumpled by the pane. Seminary light caulks the room. He smokes, tamping a fag out in his final egg.
Three poems
Evenings in Hell Let’s play cards,’ he said, crumpled by the pane. Seminary light caulks the room. He smokes, tamping a fag out in his final egg.