Hot Desk Extract: S C R E E C H

S C R E E C H shrieks about in/sanity with whimsy and without apology. Containing a mishmash of collage, angst, masturbation, dreams and dirt, the collection crashes the intersection between clinical frameworks and messy lived experiences. This project wants to be a good, cathartic scream into a pillow. But often, it feels more like ramble-yelling at a brick wall. Either way, it’s screeching about something.

The following poems are an excerpt of Alex’s manuscript.

‘Birth-Controlled Dyke’, ‘Funhouse’ and ‘The Last 37.5mg’ have been previously published in Cordite Poetry Review.