Tag: Tom Phillips

you have pulled every hair from your body and planted them in dry earth you tell yourself that one day maybe something will sprout that it will...

Exophonic writers – those who write in a language other than their primary or so-say native tongue – choose to do so for many...

The title of Arundhathi Subramaniam’s adeptly wrought, and wide-ranging collection immediately begs a question. Or several questions. Can there be such a thing as...

None of us really wants it, do we? Poetry is the new rock’n’roll – the fame, the fortune, the snowdrifts of cocaine? The megastores stuffed with slim...

Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest lecturer at various British and Balkan universities. He has...

Barbara Ungar’s impressively wide-ranging collection is prefaced with two aptly chosen epigraphs which serve to introduce the philosophical terrains across which many of these...

Feverishly he went into the booth and nervously, but quietly closed the metal door behind him. He left the stolen key on...

when you’re silent, you say the most, when you dream, you see the most. elephants wake to the orchestra inside you - for the first time the...

Every writer is God in his writing, M.B. Ionescu-Lupeanu wrote to me in an email, and the evening after the presentation of his second...

It’s November and the evenings are long and dark and my nights are filled with striving, replete, the stars are pale, the covers cold, lifted, the night is white, madness bright such a...