I thought of life as moments;
then as years,
now as stages…
Tom lingered a while, his eyes still transfixed by the dark water. He wasn’t sure he could go any nearer. He felt his hand clench on the thin wooden fence that stood between him and the steep decline to the lake, and the clouds obscured the sun. He wondered how many men he had killed that day.
How many yous have you been? How many, Lined up inside, Each killing the last? (‘The woman the boy became’) In the middle of her ...
Whether you’ve submitted to The Cadaverine or you’re just thinking about it, we want to help you develop your talent. Here’s our round up of events and opportunities for young writers this autumn and don’t ...
As sensational was the awaited comet that stopped
running for its bus to sit on the edge of the atmosphere
Six new poems by Elizabeth King. Highly recommended.
Alice Furse’s debut novel ‘Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere’ leaves the reader feeling a great concern for young people. Such a lasting impression is by no means a negative reflection on the book – in ...