‘Bittersweet pangs of solastalgia suffuse these poems, a sense of life forms and lifeways irretrievably lost, of tipping points already passed.’

Michael Engelhard, author of Arctic Traverse and No Place Like Nome

A sense of magically bent and distorted time, so that the poems seem to be strung between eternity and immediacy… a wonderful diaphanous haunting is everywhere, a book full of whispered voices.

Adam Nicholson