a land
     of bright
          sky swings

the ropes may be contrails
     nothing more
          that frozen adventures

falling out the back of
     disappointed
          holidaymakers

but the seats are
     hard and solid
          dedicated myth

the kind
     that kill
          by inattention

i walk across them everyday
     ice on a black bridge
          three stories up

the liberation of [placeholder]

I find your style, visually and verbally, engaging and individual while utterly without posturing. Which is not the norm on any count. (Randolph Healy)

A work of art and a labour of love, worth every penny of the 16 pound asking price, The Liberation of [Placeholder] will grace any coffee table. More please. … I want to hold [this] up as a model for where, in this digital age, poetry in print should be bound. Poetry collections as artefacts …. (The Journal, Autumn 2012)