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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.
Just past the split rail fences, Kat Hayes' poetry collection The Song Around Us extends a precarious invitation to reinhabit time and landscape. Unsure whether to marvel or cut and run, the poems follow tracks in the woods, examine artifacts, and slip through the interstices. Images beckon from plowed fields and volcanic plains, from mountains flecked with moonshine stills to waking, windswept meadows. And in the midst of the natural world is the ever-mysterious province of the body-wounded and insistent and singing.
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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.
Just past the split rail fences, Kat Hayes' poetry collection The Song Around Us extends a precarious invitation to reinhabit time and landscape. Unsure whether to marvel or cut and run, the poems follow tracks in the woods, examine artifacts, and slip through the interstices. Images beckon from plowed fields and volcanic plains, from mountains flecked with moonshine stills to waking, windswept meadows. And in the midst of the natural world is the ever-mysterious province of the body-wounded and insistent and singing.