Featuring Stanley Middleton, Julie-ann Rowell, Christy Ducker, David Constantine, Jacob Polley
Literature is personal, it is raw and as Phil Davis says in his editorial:
For The Reader doesn’t really care about too much about genre – hardly gives a damn in fact as to whether it is fiction, or poetry, or essay, or sentences in a letter. Don’t be deceived: our sense of variety is not merely something liberal. It is to do with wanting the life-stuff wherever we can find it and get it.
Bit at the Bottom:
From 'Letters to a Lonely Man'
You couldn’t tackle the length in your city shoes,
you sat on the sand, legs splayed, as if astride
a beast about to bolt, your face uncreased.
By Julie-Ann Rowell
Another one for the diary! May is going to be a busy month! twitter.com/commapress/sta… - 4h ago
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