No Weakeners by Tim Wells
Suedehead, pulp horror writer, and man about town; the UK poetry scene would be a duller place without Tim Wells.
In No Weakeners, he takes us through the streets that made him, via the landmarks of his teenage love life. We stop at pubs, gigs, behind the bins, in cemeteries and sticky-floored cinemas, to honour a shimmer of fierce and formidable young women. Hard drinking, hard fighting, they are nobody’s fools. Spitting defiance,
a million girls are born, they do not cry but kick