Bone Song by Polly Atkin. An example of the poems in this book. "Dirty" She's been going to bed with dirty feet. In sleep her pummelling legs have worked a grey mandala of street muck and sweat into the new white sheets; frantic charcoal smears, as though her dreams had her chasing hares over endless fields or running, running to hide. If she makes the bed up neatly, smoothes the duvet over the flattened pillows, chucks the peacock cushions on top in artful disarray-the stain is hidden, utterly. No one would ever know its bruise keeps spreading under the skin til they pull back the covers, climb in. SORRY FOLKS, THIS BOOK IS NOW SOLD OUT!

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(pamphlet) Mark Ward

It is a high achievement that, through his work is not radically different in means from that of many cotemporary poets, he has succeeded in finding a territory, which though not extensive is recognizably his own. Alan Dent, Smokestack Reviews