The Four Gated City by Doris Lessing (Children of Violence #5)
another doris lessing quintet concludes
another doris lessing quintet concludes
another nice book review descends into dissociated left-wing raving
very funny novelette from hipstertopia’s Open Pen
an excellent novel (& a guest cat in the pic!!!)
lessing’s children of violence continues to be excellent unlike my mood
reading more earthsea, hating everything else
posh ominous australian fiction
during a brief solo trip to Montreal, scott reads a blistering take-down of the musical Hamilton and makes a personal announcement
a beautiful novel about the emptiness at the heart of life
excellent mid-life crisis novel
1914 memoir about alcoholism that oozes big denial
welsh poetry, often wonderful, sometimes dry
i whinge about unexpected canadian expenses and read a solid novel
i found a book in the street
Scott Manley Hadley launches Bad Boy Poet.
read good book, do bad exercise
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
hipster dystopia / hipstopia / better than that sounds
the London Ambulance service gets the Morbid Books treatment
essential reading, especially if you’re a racist
bienvenido a la triumphofthenow.com poetry season 2018
So I walk on towards deaths (plural) in the cooling twilight
Sean Preston chats Open Pen.
live by the river
ingerlaaaand, ingerlaaaaand, ingerland ingerland naaa naaa
i’m looking tired but feeling great
I nearly get hit by a speeding car and realise I want to LIVE
home of the lo-fi magazine web series
Men are disgusting.
The publishing industry has fucked over Kate Tempest.
A short story collection, and my first experience of an eBook.
Living in the city is bad for the soul
Visiting the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales.
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