“...much of poetry in the making is the fiddle with a few items. You lay a word against another and wait. You try another word. And another. Yet another. You wait. You begin again. Listening. Looking. For the elusive inevitable… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“for now she was not the only one stumbling through the dark looking for an elusive sense of connection with the wider world.” — Elise Hooper Copy Share Image
