Abandoned by her father at a young age, Nin's mother moved the entire family over to America. During this journey, something incredibly special happened and Nin began writing a letter to her Father to lure him back…

Was Anaïs Nin a feminist? This is a question that trails her and those interested in her. Because first they said she was, and then they said she wasn’t. And then they said she was again – and then they said she wasn’t again…

Diarist, author, lay-analyst, and muse, Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell, widely known as Anaïs Nin, was a woman of many lives, appearances, and disguises. Becoming acquainted with Anais, is a bit of a labyrinthian task, but is also incredibly rewarding…

Death spread the canvas of my life before him and started painting over it, sections of my entire existence reduced to original white; the nothingness before I was even an outline, anything, anyone. He slowly began covering over my senses, my thoughts, the hairs on my head, my strength and coordination, my memories, the views beyond my Paris courtyard window, my breath…

Niklas Stephenson is trying to understand things through his writing. He has published a few chapbooks of poetry with Analog Submission Press & Between Shadows Press and self published a novel" Bloodbursts" available on the parasitic Amazon…

Violetta Leigh is a writer based in Canada and her poetry collection Night Paces is the second in The Black Editions imprint. Here we explore the writing life, we find out more about the poetry collection and Violetta recommends some of her favourite writers and poets…

As a child reading became compulsive and soon afterwards writing too. Navigating a difficult childhood, for various family reasons, my creativity was rarely acknowledged and never really encouraged…

I stumbled across a rather curious academic paper a few months ago, it was by an artist/writer and letterpress printer called Emily Larned, the piece was called The Intimate Books of Anaïs Nin – Diarist as Letterpress Printer. I was interested to chat with Emily..

often wondered, what ever happened to some of the women of the Beat Generation? They may have written and they may have sat next to Ginsberg in a café or sat sipping liquor next to Kerouac but what lurked inside them?