“as long as writing restores me to sanity I will keep living towards the light of doing good. On the move from the “sharks in the early, early, early morning” over a family of fellow-writers and -thinkers, to the hospital bed, to mother, father, sister, brother, and lonely cups of tea – the poems in this book are soldiers for the “spiritual warfare of art”. Columns of words stream like a running commentary during a rugby or soccer match – except that the adversaries here are experiences and feelings, injuries and hopes; and the field is that delicate pitch between heart and head, with the pen batting to keep that field from being either flooded or scorched by both inner and outer weathers. A brave and intense lyrical battle for identity, sanity and love.”
