'… like a passenger hovering
above a glittering city in a holding pattern,
waiting for clearance. I walk out on the street
and feel warm rain like permission on my face.
'From the opening poem of Maggie Shapley’s first collection Proof, we know we are in the company of a thoughtful, sometimes restless, poet. Here, in explorations of childhood and family, memory and loss, belonging and dislocation, we find every word conveying a powerful sense of lived encounters and experience. This is poetry characterised by close observation, a restrained wit and a fine precision of language.' (Publication summary)
