Sourced in the early consciousness these poems pay homage to the fragile force at the heart of their landscapes. The permanent and transitory overlap in small changes of light and atmosphere- whether 'at dusk's grainy glow/ a figure times the street/ to perfection-' or 'the steady solitary clump/ of homebound cows/ like the earth's clock/ on the dot of evening'.
In these short poems, with lines such as 'the bitter orchard trees/ the flinty stars/ a harsh moon-match/ struck in the white-washed yard-' or 'only the stripped thing/ only the primrose smoke/ the sunset chimneys thread-', what's spared are the images of the early consciousness, a landscape stripped to its signs; a glimmer of light can be a way of life, or first impressions a set of beliefs.
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