Author Archives: Kendra Olson

If her country needed her to fight the Virus, she wasn’t going to say no. Especially if it was going to look good on her CV as well.

Mickey stubs out his roll-up and lies on his back watching the clouds drift across the sky over Slioch. On the iPod the faint rough voice of Rufus Wainwright singing Across the Universe.

You don’t have to talk to me about ridiculous. It’s funny what grief does to you… ‘Baby’ is a psychological thriller from Edinburgh-based debut author, Marie Campbell.

I sit on the bench for a minute and stare up at the statue of Queen Victoria. In this light she bears more than a fleeting resemblance to Isa Stoddart. Neither of them were ever amused.

Claire Askew’s stunning debut poetry collection is written in two parts with the poem ‘Dukkha’ preceding. Recently I was lucky enough to be able to chat to Claire about her poetry. She told me that the first section is, ‘confessional … Continue reading →