To read hard copy will be differently moving, lines running loose, but the audiobook, the author precisely reading her own work, has me reeling. The story too, has a dangerously sharp edge, like that ‘fairytale inheritance’, reeking apricots, ripening to death.
Bold lush big sister poetry that watches feral dogs in Nimbin, feels the rip of a done-with-it-all young man’s departure. She rubs shoulders with ‘indifferent angels’, uncovers Britannica dream sellers, breathes in places close to my own. Desire is different to wanting.
