“London-born, itinerant mongrel, quietly raging. There’s no particularly wistful anecdote about methods to insert here, as most of the work seems to fight its way out of the junk circus of my brain as an errant sentence, then develops further by accident.”
Alex Kemp prefers to write from unflattering angles, under the influence of Dr Hunter S. Thompson, Poppy Z. Brite, Burroughs, post-punk, over a decade at the “patient” end of the medical spectrum, and England’s many shades of winter.
You can see more of Alex’s work at alexzolke.wordpress.com.