Fiction, Poetry, Reviews, etc.


















SHORT STORIES













Oz Hardwick: My Life as a Time Traveller (International Times)

Bob Beagrie: The Last Almanac (The Recusant)

John Wedgewood Clarke: Boy Thing (Stride Magazine)


Music

Spooky Action At Close Quarters (International Times) 

Seeking the Centre (International Times)

Sounding the Roar of Presence (International Times)

Sustaining the Stream (International Times)

Of Zones and Long Shadows (International Times)

A Vision of Dystopia (International Times)

Dreamscapes (International Times)

Improvisations and Conversations (International Times)

Of Time and Stone (International TImes)

New Awakenings and Empty Spaces (International Times)

Mapping Time, Making Shapes (International Times)

A New Dawn and Going With the Flow (International Times)

Of Gods and Firelflies (International Times)

Are You Ready For Jumble Hole Clough? (International Times)

The Heraclitean Two-Step, etc. (International Times)

They've Built an Ark in Arkham (International Times)

Elemental Music (International Times)

Gyres and Imperfections (International Times)

Haunting Presences (International Times)

Sonic Cartography (International Times)

Keeping it Together as the World Crumbles (International Times)

Prepare Yourself for the Cosmic Eclectic (International Times)

The Necessary Temperament (International Times)

Are You Ready For Jumble Hole Clough? (International Times) 

Putting the Free into Free Improvisation (International Times)

Jumble Hole Clough: Auntie, Why Does Your House Smell Funny? (International Times)

Living and Playing on the Edge (International Times)

Of Thunderstorms, Rivers and Emptiness (International Times)

WYTH (8 x solo album set), Rhodri Davies (International Times)

Of Gods and Fireflies (International Times) 

Unconscious Interactions (International Times)

Cool Concepts (International Times)

Revelations in Sound (International Times)

Of Time and Light (International Times)







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