博客來’Lucy Alexander’s poems, vibrant, smart and witty with awareness of the ways a woman’s voice can be side-lined and side-stepped, attentive to the almost untouchable meniscus of grief, caught by ideas and music, become a body of poetry that incorporates astronomy, mythology, biology, neuroscience, landscape, nature, breath, air and song thrillingly and knowingly. If you take them with you, these poems, like her phone, will be that ’wasp buttoned into a pocket’- and best of all the only user’s manual you’ll need is your human heart.’
Kevin Brophy
