Product Description
The Gift leaning into a reflection that my eyes do not register as my belly dissolves as I vanish into the space your eyes devour. I have no place to be either woken or alone. I have no name and my lips are colder than imagining when I sleep on the ice of dreams. It is a vapour of fear that rises. It is a cold anaesthetic fume rising like a goddess. Her chilly feathers glancing on my skin like kisses. I have forgotten or gestures flinching between one shadow and another. I am often afraid.
About the Author
Alison Croggon is an award-winning poet, novelist and critic who lives in Melbourne, Australia. She has published four full poetry collections and several chapbooks, and her theatre texts and libretti have been performed at major festivals around Australia. She is Melbourne theatre critic for the Australian and She is also the author of the epic fantasy series, The Books of Pellinor, which has been published to critical and popular acclaim in the UK, the US, Germany and Australia.