I am the glass
with all this inside
my transparent walls
all this intoxication
Penny Drysdale invites readers into her home and her transience as her relationship begins to end. It is never easy to get on with your life. I am the glass is window into these tender invisible journeys.
‘A piercing portrait of the many ways we rebuild after loss. I am the glass is the bark stripped away.’
‘This work is movement — from broken to whole, aloneness to solitude, dissolution to restitution and return. I am the Glass is about the porousness of self, and of place, viscerally felt in times of loss. The work seems to ebb and flow – or tighten and release – with a rhythm that carries you across the pages. You hold on tight, buoyed by the repeat and refrain of nature’s cycles that impel us onward into new shapes, new growth and green.’
‘Drysdale offers up a poetics refracted by the psychogeography of place. In this lyrically crafted tripartite work, Drysdale tracks the end of a relationship yet also the ongoing dynamic of self with world. These are brave and honest poems, hard-won.’
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