FLARESTACK

 We have recently published a bunch pamphlets we're proud of
(all priced at £3 plus 50p postage) :-

LONDON WATER by Mark Leech

BLUE by Jacqui Rowe

GRASSHOPPER INSCRIPTIONS  by Meredith Andrea

HEADING NORTH by Robert Hamberger

 PASSIO

by Geraldine Green from Keswick, Cumbria. Geraldine writes

like no-one else, with a visionary imagination that seems in a direct line

from Blake and the English Romantics.

THE OTHER SIDE OF THUNDER

 by Donna Pucciani (from Wheaton, near Chicago).

The poetry in this book concerns itself with the relationship

between the natural world and the human condition.

Part I focuses on weather & light, Part II on the sea,

Part III on stars, and Part IV on creatures.

HOPE STREET BLUES

the first solo collection by Jo Pearson, a single mother and musician from Yorkshire.
Her poems detail what it takes to survive the sometimes harrowing, sometimes hilarious, realities of urban estate living. Jack Mapanje has said "Jo Pearson's poems are like images of paint thrown or splashed on the page. She wants the reader to see the patterns. This new collection is mature, assured and full of lively and memorable imagery...This is very good poetry"

MY FOOLISH HEART

by Ian Pople from Saddleworth. This is Ian's third collection - his previous books, The Glass Enclosure & An Occasional Lean-to, were published by Arc.

WHEN I WAS DEAD

by George Wallace, first Poet Laureate of Suffolk County, New York, and editor of PoetryBay magazine. 

"Wallace has managed to infuse the soul of music
into a surreal trip through the heartland of America" - A. D. Winans

BURNING PALACES

  by Lynette Craig

Drawn to stories of her own and other Jewish families
who had come to this country to escape persecution,
Lynette's themes are dispossession and the outsider

SLANT OF THE SUN

  By Susan McCormick

“adding a new force to her accustomed delicacy, Sue gives us some lovely quiet evocations of the lyrical moments in domestic life”  -  Roger Garfitt

STILL

 

by Newcastle-Upon-Tyne artist Liz Atkin

“even with more than half
the poems in the original manuscript omitted as
too macabre, this is still in places a quite deeply disturbing look at human relationships to inanimate representations
of ourselves ” - editor