Protected by a big tin angel

You need to be a self-publicist to get noticed on the web. It was ever thus, but as the noise increases I have dis­covered that you need to shout even louder. Unfor­tu­nately, I am a lousy self-publicist — and get­ting worse all the time thanks to levels of self-confidence that now reside in the base­ment while the rest of me still lives on the fifth floor. So. I have a piece of prose mas­quer­ad­ing as poetry but then decid­ing that it is still prose fea­tured in this. My con­fused attempt at prosetry (did you see what I did there? did you?) is, to be more spe­cific as to its loc­a­tion, here. But before you get to that, since it is alpha­bet­ic­ally at the end of the issue, there are many other fine pieces to read; pieces which know for cer­tain that they are either fic­tion or poetry (which is prob­ably a bet­ter approach to take, if I’m honest).