Pomegranate by Ian Lewis Copestick

I think, cringing of when I was at school, early teens, thinking I was the next Joe Strummer. A few short years later wishing I was ” On The Road ” really, I was barely able to cross it. Next, a virginal Henry Miller fan. Well, I guess I wasn’t the first one of those….

Film for a Friday: Possessed (1947) – K. A. Laity

Like so many films noir, Possessed begins after most things have happened then backtracks to find out how we got there. A surprisingly unglamorous and decidedly untethered Joan Crawford wanders down the empty roads of early morning Los Angeles. When a tram driver stops to let her on, she can only ask for David. She’s…

THE COOL OF CLASSIC NOIR – Janet Roger

Here’s something that quite startled me not that long ago, from a eulogy given in Washington Cathedral for a remarkable American. The speaker was recalling a capacity John McCain had, for what she called …a stoic silence that was once the mark of an American man. So why should that startle me? Well, I suppose…

Overlooked Crime: Rebuilding Coventry – Sue Townsend by K. A. Laity

Best known for the Adrian Mole books, the late Sue Townsend wrote a variety of other interesting novels, memoirs and plays. I picked up this one after Beth Jellicoe mentioned it on her piece about Muriel Sparks’ Loitering with Intent, the latter certainly one of my faves amongst her many fine novels—and a book that…

“And This is their New Hoax” – Spaghetti Eastern Music

A new piece of deep dark and dissonant industrial musika, a hard edged musical editorial on Trump in the true viral era. Composed and performed by Spaghetti Eastern Music (Sal Cataldi). Spaghetti Eastern Music is the solo project of NYC and Woodstock-based multi-instrumentalist Sal Cataldi, combining industrial and funk flavored electric guitar instrumentals like this…

Renegade by Mark McConville

She spoke to me behind a mask. Her hands shook but her legs were still, her voice broken, but I could hear what she was expressing. She then sang the REM hit It’s The End Of The World As We Know It. Clarity and assurance went hand in hand, the rendition of a beautiful touch,…

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One by Paul D. Brazill

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Ginger Ronny had told Burkey about the murder towards the bitter end of one of their occasional raucous Tuesday night drinking sessions, as the dawn had desperately begun to grasp for life and Malcolm Duffy was grumpily getting ready to close up Le Duffy. But it wasn’t until…

Pest Control by Jason Beech

Pest Control by Jason Beech   It took Jeff ten-or-so steps out of his van to loosen his sore back. The old lady who opened the door released him from the mood that grabbed him up the long solitary road to her house. That sweet smile, a waft of home cooking, and a phrase all…

Shirts by Sebnem E. Sanders

Shirts    Sandy had a fetish about men’s shirts, especially white ones. French cuffs and cufflinks as additional attractions, she hunted males wearing elegant bespoke suits, lately hard to find. Not fond of the current fashion trends, she loathed modern jackets which looked as though their owners had outgrown them. Why did men want tight…