April 2011 Sonja was wrenched, shivering, from a deep sleep. She sat up in bed and looked at the thermometer…
the queer riveter
When I wrote Snare, the first book in the Reykjavík Noir Trilogy, which is about lesbian coke-smuggler Sonja and her…
invisible metamorphoses would you love me if suddenly my gender changed or my scent the colour of my skin the…
Whoever began to think of how to catalogue that which we call man and woman could have arranged to meet…
There’s a letter downstairs, waiting for me by the front door. The address is written in square letters I recognize…
Almost always, when the subject of queer poetry is broached, one must first consider definitions: whether it is self-identity or…
In memoriam B.T. They’re a little afraid to approach because they see us differently:we live in metal cages, buttressed by…
Maria Jastrzębska was born in Poland but arrived in the UK in the 1950s at the age of four. Anna…
At the heart of this assured and subtle novel is a mystery about identity – that of the protagonist and…
I am a twenty-two-year-old man who at times behaves like the men of my imagination: my name could be Anton…
Fuck, we were teens and it was tough. * I got my period before Jana despite being as flat and…
‘I pardon all your sins, but two I can’t abide: you read poems in silence and kiss aloud’, wrote Sophia…
