History (Inspired by Tomaž Šalamun’s poem, ‘History’)   Ioana is a queen knocked off the checkers by a pawn. She sleeps by day and walks by night, the nightcrawler, blue and mysterious. She is Mystique, shapeshifting, people don’t recognise her. Ioana rides Northland’s asphalt waves, splashing tar, carving far. Sandy to Woolley’s, the sharks bite...