Clare Pollard's third collection is a book about journeys and home. She looks closely at both global issues and the blossom in her yard. Beginning as a meditation on western guilt against the backdrop of SARS and the Iraq War, it ends by looking at our closest relationships, in poems that deal with a pregnancy scare and her engagement, as well as illness and loss.
"Clare Pollard has so much youthful talent that it's alarming. The poems in Bedtime have all the virtues of youth. They are raw and sexy, exotic and compelling, their insights at once intimate and universal. There's a cruel precision of observation too, coupled with a real opulence, about these pieces ñ and the wonderful, reckless revelling in the language. I loved the headlong rush of it all."
Catherine Czerkawska, Mslexia
"Pollard's poems are like shards of glass, brittle, dangerous things that work their way under your skin. Her voice captures the pain, anxiety and emptiness of a generation weaned on Coke and Diamond White, reared on fast food and TV, and now entering adulthood armed with utterly ephemeral cultural reference points and a strong suit in self-destructionÖ Her poems compulsively re-enact the reaching out to life and the withdrawing in painÖ Pollard is a poet of the 21st century, a witness of the present and a shaper of its voice."
John Sears, PopMatters
"Both a seasoned observer and a master technicianÖ like early Sylvia Plath re-interpreted for the Trainspotting generation."