These Things Too Have Shape

These poems are a journey. From one hill to another, from the world of the body to the world surrounding it, from birth to dancing to death. Here are creatures of the wild: birds and horses, dogs and deer, foxes and farmers. Here are stories told from a vanishing perspective, from the people and places which are increasingly hard to hear. From this place of suffering, of grit and struggle, poetry takes its shape. And through the transition to beauty and hope, we watch it finally take flight.