A Moment Worth Waiting For by Kevin Pearce.

Kevin Pearce’s brilliant music memoir A Moment Worth Waiting For opens with the release of Vic Godard’s What’s The Matter Boy? LP in 1980. Pearce tells the story of how Everything But The Girl’s Ben Watt and Tracey Thorne first bonded over the record, with Ben later lending her his John Martyn records and Tracey…

Poetry: Painted Horses by Eoghan Lyng

A parvenu paints prettily, Poetically placing the ponies Pedestrianised. Pontified.   She smokes scantily, scarily Scanning the scales of the horses Sanctified. Socialised.   Two riders together Tearing the lands responses, Lovers who once were Eternally sure. Stood on their floors. Mared and married together.   Heaving hagriophies harnessed heavily, Handling hearsays and heresies harboured,…

Poetry: My Motorbike by Ian Copestick

  My wife often asks me ; ” Why do you feel the need to Write so often ?  Every day You sit there, tapping away. ” Well, if you had, say for Example, a huge, fast Motorbike. It didn’t cost you A penny to ride it, and no Matter what hair-raising Stunts you did…

What can be more noir than February? – #Fahrenbruary by Aidan Thorn

If you’re a reader of these pages I imagine you like your entertainment dripping in noir and with the spirit of punk running right through its core. So, I probably don’t need to introduce you to Fahrenheit Press and its hard-boiled and experimental imprint, Fahrenheit 13. But you may not be aware of the levels…

Tarot in Nightmare Alley by K A Laity

  When I showed Nightmare Alley to the students in my noir film course, one came up at the end to complain that the tarot readings were way off. I agreed and encouraged him to pick up Gresham’s novel. I assured him that the author cared a lot more about the tarot than Hollywood (e.g….

BLOOD ON THE BLACKTOP RURAL NOIR BY S.A. COSBY

Years ago, when I first started writing what would become my first crime novel, My Darkest Prayer, I had a fellow writer tell me they didn’t like “country” or “rural” noir. When I asked them why they said: “I just don’t buy it. I can’t believe all that crime happens in the country.” I’ll clean…

Fiction: Conscience, Inc. by Richard Prosch

The Montrose advertised itself as the Lake’s finest dining experience: smoke-free, fat-free, carb-free, noise-free, gluten-free, sodium-free, and mostly flavor-free, though there were a few minerals in the water. But everybody said its appetizers were to die for. Andy  held up a sample—a hand-crafted, adobe-crock boiled cheese curd. “Jeez, Andy. Don’t put that stuff in your…

What price brotherhood? by Tess Makovesky

Recently I drew the curtain on another long-standing favourite TV series, Brotherhood. I’d been watching it, on and off, for several months, downloading episodes from the Sky box sets service whenever I got the chance. And I enjoyed it so much that it feels like saying goodbye to an old friend.  The series focussed on…

Poetry: Lucky Strike by John Patrick Robbins

There is nothing more appealing the bad habits and long hours spent alone creating them. I paid every due, and now saw more troubles with new pleasures arise by the second.   I still remained a social outcast. I didn’t run after approval but I didn’t shy away from the attention either.   Praise much…