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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Women vanish, ghosts appear, demons slip through our lives, the universe aches, and violence is everywhere. In these poems, Clark asks: what are the unvanishing objects of the lives around us? From overheard conversations to detectives remembering past cases to relationships that have faded away, the poems always cycle back to both what we’ve lost and what we can’t imagine losing.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Women vanish, ghosts appear, demons slip through our lives, the universe aches, and violence is everywhere. In these poems, Clark asks: what are the unvanishing objects of the lives around us? From overheard conversations to detectives remembering past cases to relationships that have faded away, the poems always cycle back to both what we’ve lost and what we can’t imagine losing.