Anyone who has ever shopped-or worked in shops-will appreciate these poems that use consumerism as a platform to pass from the baby trade and female genital mutilation to protests of women against war and violence. Poems explore what it's like to be a young shopgirl; vent frustrations with today's supermarket society and the advertising and media industries; and take a nostalgic trip back to the days of the corner shop.
The sun is our closest star just average a middle-aged dwarf past its prime but still a few billion years to go and fierce is its heat It's domains: interior surface atmospheres inner corona outer corona Did someone say Corona? The Wear of My Face is an assemblage of passing lives and landscapes, fractured worlds and realities. There is splintered text and image, memory and dream, newscast and conversation. Women wicker first light, old men make things...
Walk the Wildly with Lizz Murphy in this, her fifth collection of poetry, where winter is a lumbering lantern-jawed season, spring is a baking back, untimely frost a trollop. There are women of precise skirts, men with shipwrecked backs and locals who inspect the brash blue, foreheads strained like fence wire. Reflecting on absence and place, the sea is, put aside for special occasions, the river kept for the everyday and language is slow from heat...