“Don’t move.” From the passenger seat behind me, Bryan grabbed my headrest and pulled himself up. “That is one big bug,” he said with excess enthusiasm. “Where?” I whispered. “On top…
Creative Nonfiction / Essay
Baby, I Don’t Care by Chelsey Minnis Wave Books, 2018 272 pages / Wave The question is endlessly familiar to poetry but often less prevalent in the work of poet Chelsey…
Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl by Andrea Lawlor Rescue Press, 2017 240 pages / Rescue Press In the first paragraph of Andrea Lawlor’s Paul Takes the…
Vikki is 38 and I’m 40 so we’re both the tail-end of Generation X and I think sometimes what we do harks back to a pre-internet time in the nineties. A time when the news cycle wasn’t so hectic and popular culture wouldn’t dream of featuring an article about a piece of technology like some new fitness app. Nor would there be hand-wringing think-pieces about this or that or any of the general “Capitalist Realist” hegemony of the present-day. It’s only a small hankering for the past. We’re not nostalgia-bores, we just want to keep a bit of that attitude alive whilst still checking our iPhones for email.