GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
In Other News
Helen Mort
They bring a woman’s body to the light
this morning, down my road, and match her
to the name the nightclub knew her by.
Caroline Everest. 18. Sunk in the river
off Summerfield Street. Today, the posters
can come down, her face and shoulders
taken from The Moor.
In the folded paper, Karla Jacinto, forced
to sleep with 30 men a day for 4 years
since her kidnapping in Tenancingo, Mexico,
her story carried on the stop-start bus
that ferries me towards the day, stalls
at Matilda Street. At the work function,
by Mike Jenkins
by Rosie Jackson
ADRIAN WEIR charts the intercontinental trade union solidarity with Cuba and its desperate predicament
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east


