Thuds Underneath

To skim the facing blue page of the Pacific, far as a desert's ancient outlines of vast mammals, birds. As though the Nazca knew we are drawn to poorly explained signs. Brent Kininmont's first collection of poetry musters scenes from antiquity, a life in Japan, and a preoccupation with flight in its varied forms. Islands are stepping stones far below; plains are bused, hiked, cycled across. At any moment a colossus might appear. A child's assessment of her own terrain keeps company with poems tracing a mother's decline. Throughout these beautifully voiced and distilled pages, loud and faint thuds can be detected.

Featured in the 11 January 2016 New Zealand Newsletter.
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