A Festival of Martyrs
The first publication from Another Small Press will be this Small Volume of Words from sometime depressed artist, dog walker and postal worker Martin Sumner.
The village of Stockett shelters from the worst vagaries of the world by nestling itself discreetly in the gentlest slopes of those English foothills which become Welsh mountains. Here, just one wrong turn away from a clearly marked A-road on the Ordinance Survey, bitter reality coagulates into denser material: a mulch, sweetly fragrant and fertile; undeniably rotting; iteration of life at one remove. Like a bluebottle in the dewy gossamer of a Huntsman’s web, I am stuck here. I stumbled into Stockett eight years ago, and now I am caught. Paralysed by an unseen sting, waiting for the inevitable.
This Small Volume of Words is a partial recording of the gently ringing chime from the network of fronds that Stockett has woven for it’s trap. Heed them and drive on by.
~ foreword to Festival of Martyrs.
