NO ONE KNEW HE WAS GONE by Bradford Middleton

It had been a tough, tough life and Jack had grown bored, so very bored of how his middle-age was shaping up. In the not too distant past Friday night would have meant a time to unload, a time to just get completely drunk and forget all the ordeals that had afflicted his week at…

A Crappy Poem by Ian Lewis Copestick

It gets so frustrating Waiting for someone, And they’re over 20 minutes late. You look at your watch Every couple of minutes. Keep looking out of the Window every time You hear a car. Keep an eye on your Phone, in case it Starts ringing. But, what can you do ? What can you do…

MARSH BARTON FINK By Tom Leins

Marsh Barton Industrial Estate, Exeter, Devon. Silvio Foxx is a tall, uneasy looking man. He watches me cautiously from across the buckled concrete floor of his warehouse, an unlit high-tar cigarette dangling from his plump, girlish lips. “Mr Rey?” “That’s what my probation officer calls me…” He grunts, unimpressed with my humour, or my prison…

Getting Too Old ? by Ian Lewis Copestick

Am I really getting too old ? Well if I am, I just don’t feel it My hip hurts when it gets cold At least I’ve got the balls to reveal it I can’t lie about my age My face tells it’s own tale Too many nights on the rampage Too many drugs, too much…

Two Poems from Ian Lewis Copestick

The Ghost Of Chris Passed As I wander the Streets at night I see a young couple Moving into a flat That a mate of mine Lived in, before he Died of cancer. I wonder as I wander If the flat picked up Frequencies from my Friend, or us, his friends As we partied there….

Trust by Don Stoll

You know that game where you’re supposed to let yourself fall backward and trust someone to catch you so you don’t knock yourself out? I used to appreciate that game. People call what I used to like perverted, but is trust perverted? Among human beings there’s no sentiment more noble than trust. Soldiers know this….

Portrait Of The Artist As A Consumer: Simon Maltman

TELEVISION The Prisoner, Mad Men, The Killing, Killing Eve, Boardwalk Empire, Breaking Bad, Peaky Blinders, The Bridge, Columbo. BOOKS Richard Stark, Lawrence Block, Raymond Chandler, Jo Nesbo, Alex Barclay, Ian Rankin, ‘Ulster Noir.’ FILMS  The Third Man, Vertigo, American Splendor, The Big Sleep, Fargo, Hidden, Live Flesh. MUSIC Nick Cave, Mark Lanegan, Afghan Whigs, Captain…

Spade, Rose and Blood by Paul Matts

She’s roaming the street in the very early hours of a wet English morning in August. Just like me. I crouch down. She stands still. Suspicious. Unsure. Doubting. Lost. Fed up. All the same emotions I have. I approach her. She backs off. I’ve decided she’s a lady. She remains still, her coat dripping in…

My Beliefs by Ian Lewis Copestick

Maybe I’ve just got too much Time on my hands, but I’ve Been thinking a lot just lately About my beliefs, my moral Centre, and where such things Come from. I’ve realised that I’m definitely Not religious, I don’t subscribe To any organised religion. I don’t need a middleman to Tell me what I should…

Days, Both Bad And Good by Ian Lewis Copestick

These are the bad days When life just seems A pointless interlude Between birth and death. Devoid of purpose or Meaning. Just years of Pain between our two Experiences of the void. You wonder why it’s Even here at all. But there are also The good days When such thoughts Never enter your head. When…