Take a poetic sojourn on the bridge between dream and reality.
In her second book of poetry, Bianca Bowers shifts between consciousness and sleep, reality and dreams, as she seeks to find passage in a restless landscape.
“My feet were fused with a 7-lane highway.
My spine, dismantled;
a map of bones with no instruction.”
Passage is a surreal and real exploration of the transient spaces that have the power to destabilise our relationships, identity, and sense of belonging.
“My ghost beckons me into the misty pines
and I follow,
like Autumn.”
