In this strikingly varied first collection, Paul Batchelor travels from a laboratory in Hokkaido to the Black Sea steppe, from the mythical Ireland of Mad King Sweeney to the shattered landscape of post-war Germany. The poems he brings back are haunted by a series of memorable talismans: a synthetic snow crystal, an ebony cigarette holder, and the last spray of honesty in a Northumberland B&B.
Enjoyed Paul's poems and prose poetry very much ~ well worth a read ~ see 'The Permafrost: an A-Z' and 'Tree Climbing', two of my particular favourites.