I sprang from the brackish water between Treasure Island and San Francisco. During the cold swim through the dark, bits of plastic bound together into
They brought my bed down into the parlour and put it just a little way from the fire. It feels like winter-black meltwater from the
The sea is rising, slowly.Currently at ankle height.I do not know whether he standsTo admire beauty or await the rising tide.I wish to wait and
Joe’s Parlour was the place for birthdays, special treats and a towering Knickerbocker Glory when Mum divorced, and we went there to celebrate not seeing
What is a ‘good’ business model when it comes to publishing? Are submission fees all bad? And what part does public funding have to play?