Description
These poems bear witness to the cycles of growth and decay that make up our lives. They are the work of a poet writing with an awareness of the seasonal circle closing, for the year and for herself. They are at once fearful, fragile and fearless in announcing ‘For now, we have October?/ October, lined with gold.’ They are also homages to the dead and the dying, and a reaching beyond the veil of the ‘now’ to a place where there is ‘nothing but nothing’. At times they are deeply personal, while still existing within the mythic and the impersonal, as when the recall of a room reflects the ‘casual, artless grouping of all longing’.







Words the Turtle Taught Me
Spiritlands
Bedouin Of The London Evening: Collected Poems
States of Happiness
Five Bedtime Poems for Children
Hansel and Gretel
The Handle of the Door
101 Poems About Childhood
Altered States
Poetry Of Pop
Bridge 116