Scottish poet Hazel Frew's first collection of poems offers tales of families, of growing up, and of the world around us, seen with uncommonly fresh eyes.""I like my poems to get to the point, be direct, but in an unusual, indirect way. Glimpses of dreams, lovers, sickness, grief-strange portraits and incidents. Succinct, neat, precise. Cutting things away, shearing images, keeping words to a minimum-hopefully elaborate, sharp, funny and poignant-with the aloud sound of the poem intrinsic to the form. The resulting poems incisive, honest and humorous. My first collection is a camera of twelve years, cataloguing quirky characters and events, family, relationships, death, the world, comets and beyond." (Hazel Frew)