Poetry: A Lesson Well Learned by Ian Copestick

  A Lesson Well Learned How can it be ? How come it’s not me ? The universe just isn’t fair I learned that at sixteen All the nights I lay awake Fantasising how I’d tell her Just how much I loved her And she’d fall into my arms And it would be happily Ever…

Fiction: All That and More by Bill Baber

What if I told you things about me no one else knew? Things no one would probably expect from me? I wonder what you would think; wonder if you would be surprised or-more likely –shocked. You see, I’m not who I appear to be. I am not the man you think you know. I am…

Tom Ripley’s Film Career by K A Laity

The film version of The Talented Mr Ripley from 1999 did a lot to bring some attention back to the works of Patricia Highsmith. By the time of her death in 1995, she had done a lot to drive people away from herself (read Joan Schenkar’s biography to get a vivid picture of the author’s…

Poetry: U.F.O.’s Come Get Me by Ian Copestick

Oh, U.F.O.’s come get me Take me away from this planet I’ve tried everything it’s got to offer And none of it’s enough Not enough joy Not enough sorrow Not enough insanity I’ve drank all I can Taken all of the drugs But it’s not enough for me I’ve had the sex I’ve been in…

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….