"The poet is always the chance apprentice sucking his clumsy thumb scarred, accidental, listening." Elizabeth Rimmer, ‘Burnedthumb’, The Well of the Moon
Book Review – The Well of the Moon (Elizabeth Rimmer)
Article – Dancing On My Own
The DJ’s set began at 9:30pm. The Disco/House/Techno beats are banging and as lively as the DJ himself, whose body ripples and pulses in time with each track. Wine in hand I join the dance floor early, standing alone in the centre of the dark room I begin to move along with him, mirroring his... Continue Reading →