I'm a relative newcomer to Stacey's poetry, and it's been a great experience over the past six months to read through some of her back catalogue and newer poems. This latest collection is another example of what makes her such an interesting writer - a set of poems written from found texts that experiment within the space and format that she's set for herself (tall, narrow pages, often with text mirroring or interacting with lines on the opposing page), all with the quiet emotional heft that runs through her poetry. Can't wait for more.
In this book Stacey Teague uses found language to create gorgeous, spare poems on contemporary Māori identity. It’s exciting to see her experimenting with fragmentary language and visual play. Hope we get another book from her soon.