‘Taut, sensual, funny and full of bodily intelligence. Are you there? Is it only me? these poems ask — as they look you in the eye.’ — Sarah Nuttall. The poems in Bodyhood open widely to the inside while looking outwards at the connecting points of body and being — in love, in feeling, in the entanglements of desire, and in the many felt senses of human cross-connection. At once reflective, wistful, wry and ironic, they chart the individual’s imprint on a world accessible only through the bonds and affiliations of an embodied life.
