Withernsea

Edgar Allen Poe and Philip Larkin have a punch-up on Withernsea beach, whilst T.S. Eliot watches from the safety of the prom, taking notes. A prose fugue, a poetic miasma, a magickal working along the tideline, using bladderwrack and chip wrap as ritual objects.

I made the cover illustration and designed the booklet. Martin Jones wrote the words.

Published by Exile In The Margins.

£3 & shipping. Order your copy HERE.

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