10 mn read Author of ‘Losing It: How We Popped Our Cherry Over the Last 80 Years’, Kate Monro has been taking Duncan Alldridge’s ‘improv’ classes ‘Playing on the Edge’. She described the experience as being ‘transformational’ in terms of her life. Here she decides to ask her teacher some questions.
5 mn read The inimitable club owner and author Sophie Parkin talks to writer, Susi Osborne. And helps us to not be so London-centric. Susi Osborne, 69, was born in Winsford, Cheshire and still lives there, just not in the same house! She is married with two children. In 2006 she had her first novel published, in 2011 […]
< 1 mn read I am not young. This is a strange thing. I surprise the mirror, remind myself, I am not young. But I am not convinced. I am young, I say to myself. I argue without saying anything. And then I see someone my age wearing something I might have worn twenty years ago and I think […]
< 1 mn read i.m. Sarah’s mum Stella hailed from startleland, uneven terrain was welcomed. She’d entertain with the intimate habits of the stag beetle, probe my knowledge of ‘Cargador de Flores’ by Diego Rivera, demand to be spoken to in French. La vedette made the everyday into theatre. Did I mention the Lalique obsession and the birdsong clock? […]
6 mn read Rowan Pelling, the vivacious editor of The Amorist, a grown up version of The Erotic Review, is just about to publish a second issue.
< 1 mn read When the statue she’d inhabited in those fours years embraced the thought that dancing was a possibility, she understood, at last, that she had never loved him and she left. As the years passed flowers had grown from her lichen, and the folds of her concrete robes had softened to a swing. Over this coffee […]
< 1 mn read This head of mine tells me stories Of predictable gloom, of past pain.So I have to trust my heart and itsSudden surge of feeling, whichCatches me unawares and racesTowards the smell of your familiarityAnd our conjoining.We are so entwined now that I amInconsolable without you near me.Can you feel this force field thatPulls us nearer, […]
< 1 mn read I’ve lost their latest questionnaire, along with its covering letter, thanking me for my previous entries which have informed their research so they could inform me of all the risks I have taken, based on my consumption of alcohol, twenty years of smoking and the size of my waistline. I remember filling it in; […]
< 1 mn read I could have been a prodigy if I’d grown up in Upper Saxony, in my father’s small town with big lakes and forests and seven aunts, all widowed in the war and eager to teach me to ski, langlauf and skate on ice by the age of three. But that would mean rewriting history. […]
< 1 mn read Always at the door, or tapping at the window, it calls: “Please let me in.” In kisses and poems, where unheard words write unsent letters, it calls out to me, from books that fall off shelves, opening at pages where phrases stand like a wink caught sideways on Goya’s Dona Isabel as she sways […]
