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).