About Us

Cath Attar - Editor
Last chance saloon for this bitter twisted old hack that no one else would employ. Shit bag by name, shit bag by nature. This chain smoking lush has a very nasty furry tongue, and has absolutely no morals when it comes to getting her own way. Smells a bit too. Email Cath Attar.

Dick and Tom
Our very own resident cartoon super heroes. As trained investigators these guys will be irrelevantly probing totally irrelevant topics as well as offering advice and tips to aspiring poets. Dick is a self-appointed poetry genius and lists his other occupations as: wine, women and cartoon drugs. Tom is into folding socks and counting. Email Dick and Tom.

iDrew
Sweet little Drew takes a look at life, love, and shoes in her particularly charming Essex girl way. There is a current office rumour about our editor’s desires to get into Drew’s knickers. It is just a rumour, of course, but who could blame her - Drew is lovely. Email iDrew.

P.A.Levy
As far as any of us know he’s just some crippled Cockney geezer that hangs around the office for free tea and to keep warm. We’ve adopted him as our mascot and feed him with the odd cheese sandwich as he looks a bit of a vagrant but is surprisingly well house trained. There are suspicions, unfounded gossip really, that our illustrious editor bought him at a car boot sale. Hope she didn’t pay too much. Email P.A.Levy.

Charlotte DeAth
Charlotte had a reputation for being dead easy, alas alack, tragically she’s now just dead. Into table rapping and catching up with the latest gossip at local seances. Spends most of her time doing the office admin., as if being dead wasn’t boring enough, but will occasionally send a poem across from the ‘other side’. Email Charlotte DeAth.

Terry Wrist
Self exploding syntax guerilla. Not much is known about our Terry, keeps himself to himself as if he’s in some kind of poetry sleeper cell just waiting for the right time to arm his couplets. Email Terry Wrist.

Ben Nitt
Ben is a foreign gentleman, well he’s northern, but we’re still very pleased he’s decided to join us and set up a Poetry Surgery. He’ll be dissecting, circumcising and generally conducting cruel and, in many countries, illegal experiments on yours, and our poems for his perverse pleasure and enjoyment. And we love him for that. Email Ben Nitt.

Mankie the Cat
The office has obtained a stray, smelly cat. Charlotte seems determined she can teach it to read and write, in spite of the opposing thumb problem, and to be honest, anything that keeps Charlotte happy is OK with the rest of us. Moody cow. Anyway, it’s good to have a furry duster around the place. No one ever does any housework or cleaning. It’s a disgrace.