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What constitutes a home, and how we might find our way there?

 

Animals have an ability to home that seems both biological and intuitive. Do we have this compass too? In these poems the sudden appearance of wild creatures, the shifting waters of sea or lake or river, the way light falls over the scene, point to what we are driven to hold, but which ultimately evades us. 

There is a fine intelligence at work here, calling in mythical resonances, the testimony of poets and scientists, and the resources of language, to sharpen the poet’s alertness to the places she might call home.

"Watery, birdy, shippy, scarped, scaped and scraped, these poems are resonant drops that become a secretive river of knowing."

Robert Wood, Westerly

 

ISBN : 978-1-925336-20-7
pp : 112