Publisher's Synopsis
Elegiac, lyrical, ironic; a series of reflections, recollections; a collection about relationships -- to family, clocks, water, trees, ungulates, endings -- recognising that not all relationships are straightforward: a mother's secret false teeth, a teakettle riddled with bullet holes, pears and small knives. To leave a face in the funeral car is to fall out of time, to fall into history, to ponder the meanings of dust, the quiet records of suicide. This is poetry that covers a broad range, wide and changing, the strangeness of everyday life buoyed by the solace of language, the pleasure of song. Each word in its right place, each poem reflecting beyond surface meaning.
