Here is a mind engaged yet disengaged, exploring ‘that line between the visible and invisible’, steeped in art and literature, empathetic to those characters on the edge- the unsettled soul, the fictional (‘who is the cloaked woman pacing the platform near the engine, trembling and distraught?’) and real (the clochard ‘like a winter lizard clinging to the grille over the métro vent’). Here is a fraught and fragile sensibility heightened by fear; a self explored- and exposed – through a disjunctured narrative, language and content perfectly suited to the twists and turns of the prose poem. Here is a self in constant transit, the evocation of place as intense and striking as the mind’s internal machinations.
(From the back cover of Stalker)
Lucy Hamilton Poetry 