'‘William Fox reminds us that, behind the poetry, poets are human and are built from place. For years, Fox has crafted his voice to arrive at this magnificent debut: biding time, honing cadence, refining his ability to lure us to a bluestone precipice where, a few poems in, we become trapped in the hyper-realism of the author’s environments. The poetry is vulpine with calculation and footfall, attack and strategy and reflects the soundscape of a rural space. Don't even bother with a picnic … follow Fox into the bush and the hamlets found there. If you come back, read the collection again.’ —Kent MacCarter'
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