DOUGLAS FIELD relishes the hard-boiled language, satire and humour of the third and last of the Harlem trilogy
“He’s a businessman – he’s going to get things sorted”
Cathy Dreyer
I could throw my tea in your face,
or take all my clothes off and dance
naked in the rain while you choke
on having known all along that there
was something wrong about me
(and at least I’ll go down singing).
Or I could tell you that he wants to
– date – his daughter, describes her as
very voluptuous, his voice thickening
on the word very. I don’t think I dare
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
by Rosie Jackson
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event


