When you cut x-rays, they utter a peculiar cry. But starfish split silently. Make more of themselves. To fill up empty spaces. Something the lonely could do.
This collection of poetry explores the separation of and connections between people, places, and cultures. There are transformations from bark to cloth and plants to dyes, from limited views to wider understandings, and from being lonely to loved.
The poems fill the senses with vivid colours, intense and languid heat, sinuous and silky textures, heady tropical scents and rhythms of tapa being pounded and voices 'rolling like marbles unevenly across the table'.