Alexei Sayle’s The Absence of Normal

Alexei Sayle’s highly acclaimed hilarious short stories dramatised for the radio, starring some of the UK’s foremost comic actors and introduced and narrated by the author. Alexei Sayle’s The Absence of Normal  

Ray Banks’ Cal Inness Quartet, by Paul D. Brazill

  Ray Banks is one of my favourite British writers and I was first introduced to his work via the Call Inness quartet. Never read, em? Well here’s what you’re missing out on. Saturday’s Child – Cal Inness is fresh out of the slammer when he’s hired by gangster Morris Tiernan to track down a…

Fiction: Blood On Stacks by Robert Ragan

Waiting in his car in front of the Brentwood apartment building, Gary Walter is turned in his seat staring up at a window on the second floor. He slaps the steering wheel, “Come on! What the fuck are y’all doing in there?” Finally, he hears the sweetest music to his ears…gunshots going off. Gary is…

Poetry: From Scratch by John Patrick Robbins

I believe I will burn down the house rather than have to clean it. Start back from scratch live in a tent drinking wine. Talking to myself like a crazy person without a care in the world. Park my car in the nearest pond. And abandon everything I own because I rather not be tied…

Portrait Of The Artist As A Consumer: Jaka Tomc

BOOKS I love reading almost as much as I love writing. I rarely read a book in one sitting, because I like pauses between chapters. Sometimes they last a cigarette, sometimes a week. I like reading books that haven’t been read by many people. I feel special when I do it. There are some books…

Poetry: Here Comes The …. by Ian Copestick

Yes, they’re coming The long days of summer The sun is shining And this weekend The clocks go forward The long sun- filled days Are on their way I love this time of year The anticipation can be Better than the real thing It’s exciting, it fills my Soul with joy Yes, I love this…

Non-Fiction: UZI by Hank McCoy

The first time I ever saw an Uzi, I was five years old.  It was in an IHOP parking lot in the middle of the day.  A man named Isaac, who owned a bakery and was a friend/business associate of my fathers, was the one with the automatic weapon.    I had gone with my…

Fiction: Désirée by Sebnem Sanders

  I met my old friend Tom at an all-night bar I’d never been to before. He’d said, “Come before midnight on Friday, and we’ll drink and talk till we drop dead.” I found him sitting at a table for two, opposite the mahogany long-bar. Relishing an expensive malt, we chatted about work, women, and…