Many of the poems are about escaping ñ in a car loaded with stolen meat or in the de-iced plane of the title ñ an escape that takes us first to the snow-bound world of the central MacDowell Winter sequence, and then, in her seriously playful Graham Mickleworth poems, in search of the now-you-see-them-now-you-don't family of a fictional painter. For running away is also running towards, even a kind of pilgrimage, to a place where art and experience, past and future, merge and find ways to survive.
"A poet of deceptive power, who can transmute everyday objects and events into poems with an understated numinous edge."
Kathleen Jamie, Poetry Book Society Bulletin
"A fine poet, with an eye for detail and a gift for conveying the earthiness of everyday experience."
Jo Shapcott, Independent on Sunday
"Few poets writing today go into [family, its personal ties and sorrows] in so detailed and tender a way. Or so frighteningly."
Alan Brownjohn, Sunday Times