<p>&ldquo;This is distilled cartography of a woman&rsquo;s life. From a child&rsquo;s-eye view of drought and hardship in the outback to the pains and love of motherhood Broughton turns her lens of brevity and poignancy on a rich life. With meticulous observation (&lsquo;a mopoke echoes its own hollow song&rsquo;) wry humour (&lsquo;my mother is taking over my face&rsquo;) and wordplay (&lsquo;he&rsquo;s into zen bosom&rsquo;) Belinda reflects on the panoply of human experience from the metaphysical (&lsquo;and the sun / sets / and rises again / each time /more / surprising&rsquo;) to the basics of armpit hair and farts. A standout collection.&rdquo; &ndash; Rob Walker</p>