this is no ordinary rapture...

<p>Kerryn Tredrea writes about lust madness loneliness and connection as if they were the same thing. Tethered to her distinctive voice is a poetry donning worn-out doc martins keeping step with junkies the poet insisting I find my window of opportunity / and look through to the red light district. Her style is consistent and as she recognises risk-taking and mistake-making as a part of life she comes out a sage: everything has / the smell of coffee / about it / and the feeling of / a biting snake / sharp / and to the point.</p><p><br></p><p>- Heather Taylor-Johnson</p>