“I myself am bored / of fig leaves, of shames / I did not choose” – from ‘About Ana’

A tune that one has once heard and liked [that] seems to haunt the mind and will not be dismissed until entirely mastered.

These hands have Moulded monuments, created crafts, healed hearts. Khosi Xaba, from 'These Hands'

Not poems of investigation, but poems of indignation ... Marsh finds self-fulfillment in the act of speaking for the Pacific culture and its inhabitants - Poetry Salzburg Review

Catherine Byron's poems write themselves where they ought: on the inside of your skin. Hilary Mantel

I was a long bodice partly sewn to a skirt, a hem picking / up everything

'Every time I think a new thought I can smell an old one burning.' Emily Berry

We are born to bring light / To honour the blessing of each moment / The gift of every life - Malika Ndlovu