Starkly unaware of herself and struggling to make the passage from child to adult, the narrator in this collection points the finger, repeatedly exposes her heart and wonders why things just never seem to work out.
Join her for flirtations with strangers, intoxicating relationships and explorations to the edge of the void.
Gemma White writes poems that distil everyday moments in time, infusing them with meaning, sometimes adding a touch of the surreal or imaginary.
This is poetry of the imagination where madness grows, memory holds sway and the night is an octopus “awkwardly getting caught. Tentacles fastening onto telegraph poles…”
“Circling the channel between friend and lover
I say goodbye to one, wait in the rain for the other”
“In the morning you said:
‘I have a lion mask for you,’
fetching it out of the cupboard
placing it on the back of my head:
‘Mine is the pig mask, yours is the lion mask.’
As if now some animal pact is made.”