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Local DescriptionThe coast is a scribble. Stars are stored in a wooden box on my shelf. It is more black than white here. Like algebra but colder. The hut's walls are a ghetto of mice. Those I catch become whiskers of smoke in the firebox. I attend to the scratching radio. This is not my dream. Pope's new collection of poems is informed by the human history of New Zealand's sub-Antarctic islands. "These taut, sparely written poems trust the reader to engage with their carefully reconstructed and re-imagined histories histories, incidents and characters." - Harry Ricketts |