“The oven element glowing”
(A layman’s review of Fourth Child by Megan Hall.)
Dear Megan,
“Orange geraniums / the oven element glowing / the long scar under your wrist” – that’s what love is to you. It epitomises the poignantly mundane kitchen cupboard full of imagery and ingredients with which you concoct your delightful poems. (more…)
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