Thea lives under a mountain - one that's ready to blow.
A vet at a mid-sized rural practice has been called back during maternity leave and is coping - just - with the juggle of meetings, mealtim..
No one can imagine how bad things must be. They sprout in the dark, damp folds of my mind. They grow there- a forest of tiny umbrellas. They flourish- a crown of terrible heads. Bad Things, the ne..
'Enough,' the boy coughed as he and his father walked down the cobbled street. ;Enough,' the father said, and rested his hand on his son's shoulder. But the pleading in his voice and the darkness that..
Since June is a poised and confident first book of poems. These deceptively simple, conversational poems tell stories and capture details of daily existence, but then take odd and surprising turns. La..
In her latest collection, Louise Wallace raises an existential eyebrow at pregnancy-birth-motherhood. Is this universal rite-of-passage really an intimately personal event, down to the degree of fluid..