“The layering of rhythm and changes of focus are compelling, and have the effect of a peripheral glimpse at a shift, both physical and stylistic. This complexity makes this poem a highlight in a pamphlet of consistent strength. Likewise in ‘XII’, where form becomes a conduit, funnelling us through the Irish, German, and Czech words for fox, building pace and threat through their clouding of meaning, the slippage and uncertainty of what is lost in translation, and what is maintained – the kick of consonants next to the slink of ‘s’ sounds.”
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Ruth Stacey 