Cirrus@Austlit

'Some books I’m not sure if I consume them or they consume me. Chinese fish has an amazing hypnotic clarity. Page turning, subterranean transitions keep moving me forward, they flow with no catch of air to breathe, a woman’s way book. Grace Yee’s words swim inside into the canals of my life, they are in me in the contemplation in my whole body. Usually, I have to chew on one poem at a time, but Chinese fish is different. The poems represent notions of home through contrasting sounds and sensations that gobbled me whole.' (Introduction)

'How do we relate to the body? Recover a sense of dignity and ownership of our body? Acknowledgement: Tony Birch's question from the Red Room Emerging Writers' Festival workshop recently made my insides cringe. A week later, this idea emerged.'(Publication abstract)