Thereâ€™s such a varied mix of poems in this collection that sometimes you think youâ€™ve picked up a different book by mistake, but itâ€™s good in that thereâ€™s bound to be something for most readers to enjoy. Thereâ€™s some formal and comic verse (including a TS Eliot pastiche); some quite macabre explorations of identity; a sassy, magical poem about Newcastle; and gentle memories of childhood.
The trick with a simultaneous dress is that you wear it underneath your skin and let it show through, like a fancy vest under net. What you get is what you think. from The Simultaneous Dress