My Labyrinth of Fire

<p class=ql-align-center><strong><em>MY LABYRINTH OF FIRE</em></strong></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center>A body on fire.</p><p class=ql-align-center>A mind in fragments.</p><p class=ql-align-center>A spirit clawing at the in-between.</p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center>In <em>My Labyrinth of Fire</em> Tasmanian artist musician and writer Ned Pickering leads us through the burning corridors of manic depression - from the first spark of ignition to the collapse the revolt and the precipice. These poems are jagged luminous and unflinching. They speak in the language of waves and mountains in fever-dream visions and thrumming hospital beds.</p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center>This collection is at once a howl a confession and a map. It is an offering to anyone who has walked through fire and a testament that even in the darkest labyrinth there are colours there is music and there is the possibility of return.</p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center>For readers of raw contemporary poetry and those drawn to the collision of madness myth and the Tasmanian landscape <em>My Labyrinth of Fire</em> is a book that refuses to look away - and refuses to go out.</p><p></p>