Online Fiction & Poetry

Books of the Year 2018 / Part Three

Contributors to The Lonely Crowd pick their favourite books of the year.   Cynan Jones It’s been a strange twelve months. I had a baby right at the start of it. That pretty much blew reading out of the water for most of the year. I was sent a lot of unbound proofs ahead of publication,…

Books of the Year 2018 / Part Four

Contributors to The Lonely Crowd pick their favourite books of the year. Valerie Sirr One of the rewarding outcomes of subscribing to small publishers of books and magazines is the surprise packages that drop through your letterbox from time to time like unexpected gifts. Another source of books this year is an old bookshop with several…

Books of the Year 2018 / Part Two

Contributors to The Lonely Crowd pick their favourite books of the year. Gerald Dawe With the volume of book publication hitting dizzying heights, matched by the promotional buzz of the market-place and sales via self-promotion, it sometimes feels that ‘literature’ has become just another product in the digital world of global media. Whatever is good for…

Books of the Year 2018 / Part One

Contributors to The Lonely Crowd pick their favourite books of the year.    Jo Mazelis The intriguing title of Martina Evans’ Now We Can Talk Openly About Men is taken from a phrase that the author remembers was once spoken when a group of her female relatives were gathered together. All of the women that day…

Writing ‘Dinner for Two’ / Sophie van Llewyn

Sophie Van Llewyn discusses her short story, ‘Dinner for Two’, taken from Issue Ten of The Lonely Crowd. At the time when I began writing ‘Dinner for Two,’ in the winter of 2017, I was, primarily, a flash fiction writer. I had a six-month-old baby, and I only had time to write when she was napping.…

Writing ‘Bottle Gardens’ / Paul Whyte

Paul Whyte discusses his short story, ‘Bottle Gardens’, featured in Issue Ten of The Lonely Crowd. I’ve lived with a relatively severe anxiety disorder for most of my life. It’s a part of who I am, and that’s ok, over the years I’ve come to accept it. Thankfully, I seem to be managing it pretty well…

Read by the Author: ‘Messages’ by Meadhbh Ní Eadhra

Meadhbh Ní Eadhra reads an excerpt from ‘Messages’, her short story in Issue Ten. Meadhbh Ní Eadhra is from Galway in the West of Ireland. She writes in Irish and English and has published three award-winning novels for young people, Rua, Fáinne Fí Fífí and Faye. She won the Moth Short Story Prize in 2013 and has received numerous national Oireachtas literary…

Read by the Author: ‘Soul Transplant’ by Patrick Jones

Patrick Jones reads ‘Soul Transplant’ from Issue Ten.  Patrick Jones’ published work includes The Guerilla Tapestry (1995), The Protest Of Discipline (1996), Detritus (1997), Mute Communion (1997), Commemoration and Amnesia (Big Noise Productions, 1999), Fuse (Parthian Books, 2001), Against (2003), Darkness is where the stars are (Cinnamon Press, 2008), Tongues for a Stammering Time (Anhrefn Records, 2009), The Aspirations of Poverty (Red poets, 2017). © Patrick Jones, 2018. Image © Jo Mazelis, 2018.

Writing ‘Above It All’ / Angela Graham

In order to consider the germination of my story I’d like to refer to Dan Coxon’s online piece on this site On Writing ‘Sound of the Riverbed’, in which he assesses the worth of the adage, ‘Write what you know’. He concludes: Perhaps I was wrong to reject Mark Twain’s ‘Write what you know’. Perhaps…

Read by the Author: ‘Badgerface’ by Lucie McKnight Hardy

Lucie McKnight Hardy reads an extract from ‘Badgerface’ featured in Issue Ten of The Lonely Crowd.  Lucie McKnight Hardy grew up in West Wales, and is a Welsh speaker. She has various pieces of short fiction published or forthcoming in print and online, and her debut novel, Water Shall Refuse Them, will be published by…

Read by the Author: Two Poems by Tracey Rhys

Tracey Rhys reads her two poems from Issue Ten of The Lonely Crowd. The accompanying sketches are by the artist Pete Fowler. ‘Telling Secrets to the Walls’   I.   In the brickwork we suppose there are memories. Lately, feet stop to observe the fireplace. Lit, it must have been warm in this husk. There must have been…