Of Mutability

Michael bought me a collection of Jo Shapcott’s first three poetry collections, Of Mutability. I’m browsing through it now—it’s fantastic. Great titles to her poems, she’s visual, off the wall and surprising. I’ve enjoyed:

Somewhat Unravelling
Tea Death
I Go Inside the Tree
Myself Photographed
Uncertainty is Not a Good Dog
Piss Flower

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