My Last Address, Horses, Horses, Horses by Rachel Burns Barry Hill mourning what was and contemplating

mourning what was and contemplating what could be

Maya Angelou's brave

that ‘It befits heroes to be frozen’

exciting and outstanding in its imaginative range and depth of feeling

Stergios Mitas

My Last Address, Horses, Horses, Horses by Rachel Burns Barry Hill mourning what was and contemplatingMy last address, horses, horses, horses by Rachel Burns is a raw, propulsive book of poems and lyric prose that moves through teenage motherhood, addiction, poverty, care work, violence, and the long afterlife of classed shame with furious clarity and bruised humour. Across six sections, Burns writes from buses, pubs, kitchens, prisons, foodbanks, council estates, and the uneasy calm of nature reserves, allowing memory to return in flashcuts,