A giant crane appears at the back windows of a residential street, its red 'eye' overlooking lives on the other side of the glass where Susan Wicks writes searchingly about our ordinary existence, its serendipities and unreliable sense-impressions. By the time the crane leaves, the landscape we knew will have changed and we too will have moved on.
Susan Wicks's seventh collection is a considerable literary achievement: a book of poems about time whose central title-poem weaves together two pregnancies spanning two generations.
Shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best Collection 2006. This work features poems that explore the cracks in our experience - between movement and stasis, the everyday reality that surrounds us and what we perceive of it, between what our bodies experience and what can or can't be captured in paint or ink.
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