Joey the Carver

BY Renee Fancey

Joey sits in soft focus. Behind him, blue skies and bright murals paint a backdrop easily mistaken as exotic. Festival flags rally. Paving stones undulate drunkenly up the lane. Streetlamps, tagged out to the sun, sleep off their graveyard shifts. A canopy of shadows waves like a palm tree.

Q & A with writer Terry Doyle

BY NQ

Could you tell us a little about yourself? Oh dear. I am from the Goulds (Goulds Rules) and I was born in 1982, I’m told that means I’m neither GenX…