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A radiographer by training, as a writer Evans’s trained eye sees beneath the skin to the heart, soul and humerus.  - The Irish Times

 Such genuine, witty writing is a rarity - Rachel Cusk

page44_1Martina Evans…brazenly humorous…with her dizzyingly wacky free-verse tale-telling. Burnfort Las Vegas has a range of registers from the sadly brooding to the raucous. – The Tablet

Evan’s prose shimmers somewhere strange and changeable between peculiarly heightened realism and sheer fever.
- Ali Smith, Times Literary Supplement

 

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The Prompt

Anvil template 10mmGazebo

Gazebo was the word my mother
used to describe a mad exhibitionist
or a queer hawk. For example, 
so-and-so was going around like a
right gazebo. Naturally I imagined
a gazebo had legs and travelled so
I was surprised to see my first one
on an English village green, going
nowhere, the wedding couple
toasting each other under its rippling
blue and white canopy as cricket bats
smacked slowly in the heat. My mother
grew up near landed gentry and
the gazebos hidden in their walled gardens
must have entered her language
like escaped seeds,
growing into wild tramps
that straggled along the Rathkeale road,
on strange, overblown feet.