Mr Whatever, Denise And Me by Ian Lewis Copestick

It must be getting on for 20 years ago now, but I’ll never forget it. I’d just been to score some smack, there was a McDonald’s not far from the dealer’s house so I decided to get a burger and a coffee before I got a taxi home. As I left the McDonald’s I heard…

Bad Blood and Bad luck By Gareth Spark

The north wind blew dust off the coal yard against the rusted door of the car. Jack rested against the vehicle and felt the cold metal through the thin denim of his jacket. He shook tobacco from a dented tin into paper trembling in the breeze, then licked and made the cigarette, scraped a match…

Fighting The Odds by Ian Copestick

When you’re trying To be a writer, and Things aren’t going Your way, it can Sometimes feel that Nobody else has been Through the same Kind of Hell that you Are traversing. Last Night I read for the First time Saroyan And his “Daring Young Man…” It helps to know That there have Been more….

The Bear By Gareth Spark

A Polar Bear roamed one night in the woods behind Whitby. Here’s the story: the explorer Scoresby brought a bear cub back from one of his travels to the frozen north and chained the beast beneath Spital Bridge where it grew fat on a diet of captured seagulls, fish heads and whatever stray critters it…

John Wisniewski interviews Tom Leins

How did you begin writing, Tom? I believe you were a film critic before you started writing books? I started writing fiction in around 2002 – half a lifetime ago – and my first ever short story, ‘The Box’, was included in an anthology by a UK publisher called Skrev the following year. I notched…

Where You Can by Ian Copestick

Every day the rain keeps falling This is one of the worst and most Depressing summers that I can remember. You just have to get your good times Where you can. When I first woke up At 6: 30 a.m. the sun was shining, The sky was beautiful. By 10 it was Raining again, but…

Strange, Isn’t It ? by Ian Copestick

God, it makes me angry, now the Government are talking about making Pensioners pay for their T.V. licences. They always go after the most vulnerable Members of society. The aged, the poor The disabled. How do these bastards Sleep at night ? Since I had a major Stroke I am classified as disabled In the…

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER: NIGEL BIRD

TELEVISION I’m not sure what it is, but I’m still trapped in a time-warping loop that takes me back to a different age. My devices are filled with episodes of Columbo, Van Der Valk and Frazier and I can safely say I’m an addict. It might be that life feels stressful a lot of the…

Humidity by Ian Copestick

Earlier as I was walking, the air Was so thick it felt like trying to Breathe through a bandanna That had been soaked in warm Sweat. Someone else’s sweat At that. I was finding it difficult To  breathe. I was starting to Worry if I was going to have a Heart attack or another stroke….