Drawing on the author's experiences of the war in Northern Ireland, when the constant presence of death meant that life could never be fully lived, and weaving a dark beauty that is poignant but never mawkish, these poems examine the concept of home: a place yearned for but which shifts about us with the passage of time and yet, nevertheless, offers boundless possibility. This is poetry with a filmic quality, aware that the camera, like memory, can deceive as easily as illuminate.
I love the bold energy of these poems. There is an intensity to her use of language, which while rooted in the rhythms of everyday speech and tempered with a deft control of form, is visceral and fierce. This is a voice to be reckoned with.
David Mark Williams