Poetry finds its form and more often than not forges its own path, despite the author’s intention of going in another direction. This collection more tightly hugs the line between structure and free form. Sometimes a pre-determined structure can help the poem find cohesion but poems are ever restless and seek to push against any framework placed upon them.
Content wise the poet’s origins are reflected a lot more readily. Steeped in the earth, the rich soil covering the hills where he once played as a child. The same earth that squeezed up between his toes and somehow found its way onto the carpet in the living room much to his mother’s annoyance. Born on the West Coast of the South Island of New Zealand the poet counts himself extremely lucky to have such an amazing source of inspiration from which to draw from.
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