Oceans stand pale and placid - rivers race to the sea. We once sung about the water of life in cold school hall assemblies. But as I...

Unused swords rust like your feather quill, dipped in dry ink, that scars the paper; leaving marks that do not last, merely dent the...

- after Chen Chen Rest among the samphire. Hum poseidon under your breath. Practice how to breathe underwater. Vex the sand. Disrupt it....