
This slim volume of poetry is Haikuesque and utterly Cochrane. He has such an impressive way of turning small moments into larger queries, memories and references to worldly themes. Each line is crafted to perfection and Cochrane’s forms vary pleasingly from short imagist poems to prose to verse and back again, always acknowledging the dark and the light of life. With reference to Basho and Buddha, Baudelaire and Baxter, this feels like a satisfying homage to poetry itself.
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