Some novels age. Others seem to become more relevant with every passing year. Ira Levin's Sliver belongs firmly in the latter category. Levin has an extraordinary skill for taking an ordinary setting and gradually unveiling the horror hidden beneath it. In Sliver, that ordinary idea is apartment living. Behind every door is a private life, … Continue reading Sliver by Ira Levin – A Chilling Glimpse Behind Closed Doors
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From poetry to songwriting and producing… my creative journey in 2025
On a dark, blustery winter’s evening, I’m sitting at my computer, listening to one of my favourite songs, 'My December' - the only motivation I need to write about how I finally found the courage to share my writing, how that evolved into making music, and how this year has shaped my artistic identity. Thank … Continue reading From poetry to songwriting and producing… my creative journey in 2025
Between Quotations
Lately, I have been immersing myself in nature as a way to reconnect with inspiration for my writing. After visits to St James’s Park - where I took this beautiful photo of a black swan - and Regent’s Park, I felt compelled to capture my experience of urban nature in verse. Between Quotations is a … Continue reading Between Quotations
Shadows of Autumn
Picture taken at The Museum of the Home, Hoxton “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” This quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby has always intrigued me, casting autumn as a season of new beginnings, which has always struck me as paradoxical. I have a fondness for the … Continue reading Shadows of Autumn
The Stranger I Know
Some poems sit with you for years before they are ready to be written. The Stranger I Know began as a rough draft when I was twenty, inspired by a brief friendship with someone (approximately the same age as myself) who captivated me with anecdotes and pictures from the Brighton Teddy Boy nostalgia scene of … Continue reading The Stranger I Know
Fragments of Stillness – Reflections on August
August is always a month of reckoning for me; a time when I reflect on the year thus far, feel the weight of time passing, and lament how quickly summer slips away. Walking down the hustle and bustle of Marylebone High Street on a warm Saturday afternoon in mid-August, with the sun blazing at 26 … Continue reading Fragments of Stillness – Reflections on August
Logan Darkwoods 