Author(s): Elizabeth Morton
Wolf is the critter of humanity. The one who has known loneliness and love and yet is still alone. An exile. An outlaw. And the noise in Wolf's head is not somebody he recognises. In her first collection of poetry, Elizabeth Morton writes of what it is to be on humanity's outer rim, writing the noise in her head. She writes as Wolf: barking consonants, mouthing a rubbish bag, in love; and is lupine in her everyday life too, running away under the broken yolk of moon, burying bones (her own).
On the rim of things Elizabeth writes with disturbing clarity of a renewed world where a matador weeps in the bullring and blackberries burst like bloodclots. These are poems that crawl into your lap and howl.
Elizabeth Morton has been telling tales ever since she learned to talk. Growing up in Auckland's suburbs, she had superpowers, invisible sidekicks and alligators in the yard. Published widely in journals and online, Elizabeth came twice runner-up in the Sunday Star-Times short story competition, has won the New Voices: Emerging Poets competition and was highly commended in the Kathleen Grattan Award. She likes to write about broken things and things with teeth.