In these searching, songful poems, Marc Woodward reflects on the ricketiness of life; of the body, and on the certainty of earthworms. His imagery elevates the natural world to its rightful place; birds, sky and trees glimmer like new-found things, while his pragmatism puts on its boots, picks up its keys and looks you straight in the eye.
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