'Traversing diverse timescales and geographies, resolute in its attentiveness to social and ecological wrongs, Kin is nonetheless open to surprise and pitched towards the potential for renewal and reconnection. This collection composes a pilgrimage of sorts, whose elusive end, however variously essayed, is to witness the honour of things, to think/the way a leaf swallows the light. - Kate Rigby
'Anne Elvey's poems inhabit and elaborate an ecotone; they speak a shore the thin place between the word and the thing, between the living and the dead, between here and beyond, the diurnal and the eternal. These poems are the world without and the world within; they are both wild and refined, ecstatic and scholarly; they are a drawing room of rain. Elvey's poems walk a studious witness.- Mark Tredinnick
'Kin introduces a poet of spare, clean lines, acute lyrical perception, and delicate care for the world and people about her. It is a book to read and re-read. Kevin Hart ' (Publication summary)
Dedication: In memory of my father
Joseph Elvey
30 April 1924- 21 September 2011
