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2004 (Creation)
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1 publication : 68 pages : illustrations
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Basement, 2018-31, Box 73, File 679, Book 215
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"O love, let all our seasons be full" And the seasons are full - of intimate stories from the past and the present. "You were the music's creature, hair burning on your shoulders, flames keeping time." A relationship that started with great promise, explored through the perspectives of the people touched by its existence and its failure. "Remember the vow of silence you took... the dust devil of your breath trailing up my blouse and you aching to follow." Homage to a grandmother, told through the images held in her recipe box. A modern-day love attair. "Her sense of direction had abruptly shifted, as though she had been swarmed by bees and left unharmed, but found herself alone at the edge of the world." All are presented with a loving yet unsentimental eye, in relentlessly precise language. Michael Bradford is a new poet to celebrate.