Abigail Parry’s second collection was supposed to be about intimacy: what it might look like in solitude, partnership and collective responsibility. Instead the poems relate to pop music, etymology, surveillance equipment and cervical examination, church architecture and beetles. Anything except what intimacy is or looks like.
I think we’re alone now
PoetryAuthor Abigail Parry Published by Bloodaxe Books ISBN 9781780376813 EAN 9781780376813 Bic Code DCF Cover Paperback
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