The Gremlin’s (Film) Library: Two Thumbs Down For ‘Red Notice’

WARNING: This review contains spoilers for a recently-released movie. Whoof. I don't enjoy doing bad reviews; anybody who follows my reviews will notice that there's very few truly negative reviews on here, and when they are, they're for things that have well and truly earned it. It's with a bit of a broken heart, then, … Continue reading The Gremlin’s (Film) Library: Two Thumbs Down For ‘Red Notice’ →

The Gremlin’s Library: Broken and the Broke by Archie Bongiovanni

I got Archie Bongiovanni's poetry zine 'Broken and the Broke' through the Wiggle Bird Mailing Club on Patreon, which sends out zines by trans/queer poets every month! In fact, I subscribed specifically because I saw a bit about this one, and I felt my brain go 'oh....yes... this sounds like my thing'. So, here we … Continue reading The Gremlin’s Library: Broken and the Broke by Archie Bongiovanni →

The Gremlin’s (Movie) Library: Finding ‘Ohana

I don't frequently do movie reviews on here - for the most part, because I don't watch a lot of recent movies! I also usually feel like other people can do a better job of movie reviews than I can - book reviews are where I feel most comfortable. However, I have so much to … Continue reading The Gremlin’s (Movie) Library: Finding ‘Ohana →

The Gremlin’s Library: Nonlinear by Theo Adelberg

TW: While I don't go in depth in the review, this poetry collection deals with child abuse and sexual abuse. A long time ago, when I was still a baby poet and only just starting to submit poetry to lit journals online, I got a rejection that - in retrospect - was actually quite lovely … Continue reading The Gremlin’s Library: Nonlinear by Theo Adelberg →

Short Story Review: Laughter Among the Trees by Suzan Palumbo

The highway to the campground cuts through the granite Laurentian Plateau like a desiccated wound. It’s been twenty five years since I’ve retraced this road and, though the comfort stops along the route have been expanded and streamlined, the forest and rock remain the same: Ancient, silent and unflinching.I was fourteen when we retreated South … Continue reading Short Story Review: Laughter Among the Trees by Suzan Palumbo →