Billy Casper’s Tears

Come hail, rain or shine, every day for the last five years Paul Summers has taken a ritual walk along the rocky shore at the mouth of the River Tyne. For Summers, Freestone Point is a place of meditation and contemplation, observation, observance, celebration and grief. It is also the source of all the poems in his new collection, a space in which the imaginary and the documentary, the private and the political, the living and the dead can be seen, and rage, love, hope and despair heard above the hysterical gossip of the insatiable gulls.