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A lyrical excavation of trauma and healing in the midst of early motherhood – the debut work of an endlessly inventive poet whose work ‘fizzes with energy, physicality, and the levitating openness of song’ (Rebecca Tamás)‘An essential read, poignant, powerful and provocative. I love the feeling in Amy Acre’s poems’ Salena GoddenAmy Acre’s debut collection is an unforgettable, unflinching excavation of motherhood, what it means to be a female artist, and what it means to be a poet with a deeply integrated community. This is a timeless work the like of which we haven’t seen enough of in the past, primed to last long into the future.‘Amy Acre is one of the best poets of her generation. Pure cinema, raw heart, and unparalleled technique. Read this’ Joelle Taylor, winner of the 2021 T S Eliot Prize for Poetry’Mothers, daughters, lovers, all the thrilling complexity of love and grief that the body must bear; these are poems which set the page aglow and make my heart spin’ Liz Berry, winner of the 2018 Forward Prize for Poetry







Building and other poems
Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats
Over the Moon
101 Poems About Childhood
The Sun of Hereafter
Skirrid Hill
Soho
Pretend You Don't Know Me
What Is Poetry?
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer
Maya Angelou
A Colomber in the House of Poesy
I May Be Stupid But I'm Not That Stupid