Eastbourne by Helen Jacobs
1 It is to the island and the coastlands that the shifting light tethers on a fluid line weaving water and sand and rock. The point of going away is always to come back � thrice deny, and you come back to the shells of your sandheaps, allow that there could be an old spirit or two or simply an old love affair with the harbour playing you in. 2 Climbing to the houses you look down to where