Shortlisted for the 2017 TS Eliot Prize Jacqueline Saphra’s All My Mad Mother...
The inner monologue of a woman haunted by German composer Arnold Schoenberg’s...
This slice of kitchen sink noir tells Dunbar's story in print for the very fi...
Your Silence Will Not Protect You collects the essential essays and poems of ...
In 21st century Britain, what does it mean to be working class? This book ask...
In direct narrative terms the poems in this collection relate to the horrors ...
Kitty Fitzgerald’s new fable is a highly readable mix of a strong story and ...
Inpress is delighted to announce confirmation of future funding from Arts Council England. We have been an ACE National Portfolio Organisation since 2012 and are one of only four literature focused...June 27 2017
Part Time Accounts and Poetry Book Society Administrator Part time: 3 days a weekSalary: £15,500-£17,000 p.a. pro rata depending on experience.Location: Newcastle upon Tyne Inpress, the speciali...May 08 2017
So who did write that blooming book...? Sophie O’Neill, managing editor of Inpress Ltd, the Newcastle-based organisation that represents more than 40 independent presses, sets and hosts this s...April 30 2017
Tan Twan Eng’s outstanding second novel The Garden of Evening Mists has been voted the nation’s favourite second novel (from a living author), overall runner up to Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice...April 06 2017
Talk: Putting Jazz and Memories into Print Join Ann Cotterrell from Northway Books as she shares insights and anecdotes to illustrate the joys and pitfalls of publishing. Northway has published a ...March 06 2017
Portballintrae Harbour Every New Year’s at midday we meet at the harbour and cast our ghosted bodies into the sea. We are no longer seventeen and , over the years, have progressed from last night’s...August 25 2017
Tattoo My body is a palimpsest under your hands, a papyrus scroll unfurled beneath you, waiting for your mark. I clean my skin, scrape it back to a pale parchment, so that your touch can sink as d...August 18 2017
Flora The cow is on top of her game, her haunches fat, her bones rounded. She feels the goddess power of her udder in the mould-damp dark of the milking shed. If she stays still, all may be well....August 11 2017
I stop writing the poemto fold the clothes. No matter who livesor who dies, I’m still a woman.I’ll always have plenty to do.I bring the arms of his shirttogether. Nothing can stopour tendernes...August 04 2017
iii. Music My mum cleans the kitchen, opens all the windows, blaring mixtapes dad made in the 80s. The ones he would bring round after he beat her. His smooth DJ voice croons Ain’t Nobody’s Fault B...July 28 2017
Leavings The devils and the lunatics are loose; bear your children, keep them close for now. Weave a cocoon of hair and skin, a silver song to grow them in. R...July 21 2017