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…

Tchao Pantin (So Long, Stooge) by Jim Shaffer

Lambert drinks. He works the night shift as a pompiste at a 24/7 petrol station in a quartier called Belleville in the northeast of Paris. Ensconced in the petrol station’s tiny office, Lambert sits alone and drinks. On his way home from work in the morning, he stops by a bar and drinks. Arriving home,…

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER: WOODY HAUT

  Though I’ve tried recently to put consumerist tendencies on hold, it’s been a losing battle, as the length of these lists will attest.  SONGS Mose Allison- Everybody’s Cryin’ Mercy Bobby Bland- Rockin’ in the Same Old Boat Gus Cannon- Prison Wall Blues Charlie Christian- Seven Come Eleven Ornette Coleman- Ramblin John Coltrane- Giant Steps…

Christmas Stockings by Paul Heatley

Chris owns a dive bar and as such he is regularly drowning in the flotsam and jetsam of life. Even on Christmas Eve, when his customers include a drunken Santa Clause and Chris’ friend Randy – a perennial disaster waiting to happen. Paul Heatley’s Christmas Stockings is a violent torch-song. Like a bittersweet blend of…

Fiction: Inside Pandora’s Box by Jesse Rawlins

Pandora didn’t say a word; but of course she didn’t have to. Her fathomless eyes spoke volumes, and calmed his burdened-mind. The cancer that ravished her body had changed so many things. Yet the taloned-beast had failed to mutilate their love. Chemo had claimed her hair; but he found her wig exotic, black waves tonight…

Poetry: Cigarettes and Photographs by Eoghan Lyng

The balloon. Silhouettes. In a ballet lain grass field dance. Cigarettes. Bursting to fire. The life from the green great balloon. So soon she flies, the sooner she dies.   One shot for beauty, the other pain. A lens cleansed sucker closes Down the flash. It ends. Still, it ends.   Wiped cigarette lashes, teeth…