Romy Durrant

Sometimes we meet in hotels

I Which brings us to the strap-on— thrusting manufactured without the shame of connected tissue— and, accordingly, my gaze which he has named demonic. II From the Greek daimonikos. Opened for gloating spear twelve floors in sleepless indigo. Above sin, …

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This is Not a Poetry Review: Self-publishing 101

Self-publishing has never been easier to do than now, yet it’s often spoken about in terms of ‘last resorts’ or ‘building up’ to something. Some people do it shamelessly, others create publishing houses to mitigate the ‘stigma’. I’ve been sent four books to examine as case-studies, each of which use completely different styles of self-publishing.

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