This is a book of poetry. That's all the warning you're going to get. These are poems for people who take bites out of their dogs, find appendages poking out of plugholes, murder poets with well-timed silences and live different lives each time they climb into a taxi. If you feel you can relate, step inside.
Sinead Kent was born in 1988, in the depths of Wolverhampton, to a short, pleasant lady called Susan. Sinead soon outgrew her mother and all known sensibilities, veering between wild aspirations of acting and teaching before realising she was really only good at one thing. That would be writing, by the way.
Already a self-published author and published poet at 16, Sinead let her inner control freak run free and formed her own independent publishing imprint, Painting Lies, in 2009. Her short stories collection Fight the Sky (May 2010) features fiction from 2004 onwards, and her poetry collection, Revolve (April 2011), brings together notable bits of teenage angst, again from 2004 right up to the present day.
Sinead still lives in Wolves, and when not gallavanting around Europe, can typically be found tangled in her nest of thought. She likes romantic films, long walks on moonlit beaches, home-cooked meals and lying to strangers. Her current projects include an upcoming novel about two sorry detectives and a badly behaved plank of wood, entitled Doors (July 2012).