Available directly from our printer from today – Frances Holloway’s moving anthology of Wimmera poems!
If I run barefoot from my door
to the tank-stand on the hill
I collect one hundred wounds
but none that time won’t heal. . . .
Frances Holloway’s poetry takes the reader into a deeply personal arena, and yet the essentially universal themes of life, love and death, grant the narratives startling familiarity. While loss and loathing are leavened with humour, the mundane faces of incidental things are elevated by a profound sense of their beauty, and impermanence. Students of Eastern philosophy may recognise references to ancient texts and meditations, but there is nothing sacred here – unless everything is – a conclusion that might easily be reached.
Pomonal Publishing doesn’t have a Facebook presence and we don’t tweet, so if those of you who follow us would kindly give us a mention, we’d be delighted. Frances herself is a very private sort of writer so this is the only photo of her we are able to use: