Showcase
The Literary Consultancy is excited to be working on an innovative showcase for its writing talent, initially in association with Staple Magazine. See TLC Showcase Introduction for more on the inception of the Showcase and please see below for where it is now.
Once a month we will highlight the work of one author whose work we believe deserves a platform, whether simply because our readers felt it worth championing, or whether we have helped the writer on to commercial publication.
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Gayathiri Kamalakanthan
“You wake up and think of her. Try not to check your phone till you’ve had a cup of tea. A bowl of cereal. You tell yourself that having a decent breakfast, having yourself a full stomach means you’re more likely to pick up the phone, call her in good spirits.”
From ‘Poetry Extract’– included in the showcase
Previous Showcase Authors
Jennifer Makumbi
“Now the crowd was in control. Everyone clamoured to hit somewhere, anywhere but the head. A kid pushed through the throng, managed to land a kick on Kamu’s butt and
Rebecca Swirsky
“Celia, on the other side of town, is kissing the tiny, sweet brown moles which dot her lover’s chin like a constellation. It was a thoughtful play that her lover
Daniel Pembrey
“The glade was peculiarly dense around Vogel’s ungated entranceway. Pine, maple, and scrub oak fought for sky. The canopy of the driveway almost totally shut out the light. Only after
Amna Boheim
“I lay in darkness, unsure of what had stirred me. Sleep still clung to my body, but I was conscious of my whereabouts. Moonlight spilled through the gap in the
Jeremy Stafford-Deitsch
“Tristan did not consider himself brave. But then he did not consider himself a coward either. He knew he should have told his parents of his plan but they were
Stephen Chance
“This period he can picture. If he saunters down to the Thames after his mid-day meal he will see this scene: merchants’ houses, wharves, the unloading of ships. But…the scale,
David Spon-Smith
“A cold breeze blows over my face. Then something warm an’ wet, stinking of damp hair. I open my eyes, slowly, one at a time. Focus. “Ugghh!” I shouts, “gits
Ann Bone
“The back of the house beyond has already sunk into obscurity. I do not need to see it to picture it. Where this house is stucco, that one is red
Rosanne Daryl Thomas
“The annual Christmas present debate was abruptly suspended. Their adored maestro, Walter Albero, PhD, who had originally set out in life intending to be a botanist, could be heard wheeling
Balvinder Banga
“Looking at the calendar of Ravidas, and the photograph beside it of the grandchildren she had yet to meet, she raised the package like a chalice to her wrinkled forehead.
Piers Bearne
“I should have been in London, not this Essex midden swirling with pigeon-chest men and their gossiping dry-venus wives. I was no fighter, could not read nor write; but by
Tina Seskis
“In the end they settled on Caroline Rebecca, although Frances didn’t particularly like either name – but Andrew had suggested them, and anyway she couldn’t face thinking of any others.
Neamat Imam
Mass graves were discovered in different parts of the country. The buried were exhumed and reburied. Roads were cleansed. Walls were washed to make room for new graffiti. Pakistani tanks,
Damien Brown
“So I shrug. Again. No idea what to say. No idea even what to think, which has been exactly the problem since I arrived: I don’t even have to walk
Julia Ross
“I remember tiny pin-points of calm when I looked into his eyes. There are moments of unendurable love amid all the blackness. My mother said I was exhausted. The health
Sarah Butler
“Time will catch up with you, she tells me – by which she means I should get on and have kids before my ovaries dry up. You did the right
Pete Smith
“I was born south of the river in Brixton in the 1950s, well-before it was mockneyfied by the arriveste sons and daughters of Britain’s white middle class in their holy
Philip Makatrewicz
“Ibimina’s husband has come once again to call. He must want something – a toad does not run in the daytime for nothing.” Extract from ‘Ibimina’ – included in the
Ruby Cowling
“Behind these fences are big houses; the houses of plump-skinned people who soften their problems by bathing them in money. You are half the height of their garden gates. A
Adam Courtenay
“In 1542, Spanish conquistadors travelled east from the Peruvian colony of Quito, over the high range of its active volcanoes, across its high passes and wild stony uplands to seek