In her debut collection of poems, Anna Forsyth invites you to share a moment with
her. There is the frustration of climbing Rangitoto as a child (short-legged, red
with prickly heat), and her experience of wanting to hug her father after his
heart operation (I'm too scared to hug him in case it bursts). Each poem is a
moment, or a memory. Always with a strong sense of place and an eye
for detail, Anna draws you in from the first word and by the end of it,
you are no longer a stranger.
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