If we could map it out, it would be a Moebius strip, looping back and forth through time and space, patterned with words we let drop, smudged at the places where we almost touched.
Oz Hardwick’s collection of prose poems Learning to have lost the passing of time, memory, old age, illness, death and how these resonate and move within and around each other . True to form, Hardwick achieves a sense of a musical refrain and rhythm underpinning and connecting this absorbing collection. While the subject matter is weighty and the pain from the litany of loss candidly expressed, a resolute humour asserts itself throughout that is sometimes sinister, sometimes surreal, often surprising and enormously engaging.
2019 Rubery Book Award Poetry Winner