Erato (Shortlisted, 2019 TS Eliot Poetry Prize)

‘When l look back now at that time, six months after my husband died, I barely inhabited myself. I was as ghostly as the ghosts I never encountered. I had left, as he died, something of my own body behind.’            (‘Fires’) In this, her fifth collection, Deryn Rees-Jones has much to ask of the muse Read More