I am fuming. Not only does the future of my Me, Tim and my Quim (aka Me Ted and my Head) hang in the balance but someone has thoroughly shat on my parade in the form of a little publication they call 'Subtext'.
After writing a delicious piece on feminism and fruit i was bitterly disappointed to find out it had been...rejected. The taste was not sweet, it was bitter.
Let me know what you think. Here is a review from all those lovely people at the F-word!
Posie and Out.
Aphorisms for the Strike, 6th March 2018 - *1*. Poetry is the durable record of the future ingrained into the present experience of hurt and historical disenfranchisement. The structure of verse co...
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