Eve Allin sees the writer through her poems in Love Songs.
Nicole Serratore reviews Ulster American, a new play ‘so wild it beggars belief’.
‘He holds us as if we are children’: Eve Allin on an intimate hour with [insert slogan here]’s Sam Ward.
‘An indictment of all of us’: Freddie Machin reviews Mark Thomas’ illusion-shattering take on the state of the NHS.
A riot grrl playground: Frisky Theatre’s show is an entrancing, infuriating exploration of girlhood.
Silence, breathing: Rosemary Waugh reviews Ima Iduozee at the Edinburgh Fringe.
‘Like Beckett, if Beckett didn’t piss me off’: Ava Davies on Footprint Theatre’s gently radical two-hander about loneliness and the cosmos.
Anger and passion: Eve Allin writes on LUNG Theatre’s fiercely political verbatim show about racism in Birmingham schools.
‘It feels like a moment’: Eve Allin responds to Theatre Uncut’s first female-only play series and discussion panel.
A very specific idea of Britishness: Ava Davies writes on a show that meets injustice with sugar-coated tweeness.
A massive middle finger pointed high into the air: Joana Nastari’s solo show is a story of sex work that demands attention.
‘We can only bear witness’: Hailey Bachrach on an emotive journey through the history of Black women in the Americas.
Guilt and Complicity: Hailey Bachrach on how a play about American slavery translates for an Edinburgh audience.
After a captivating start, Hailey Bachrach is left cold by this story about neighbours and homecomings.
“Can dogs count to one million?”: Eve Allin writes a jagged, dog’s-eye response to the story of a girl and her best friend.