Walk the Wildly

Walk the Wildly with Lizz Murphy in this her fifth collection of poetry where winter is a lumbering lantern-jawed season spring is a baking back untimely frost a trollop. There are women of precise skirts men with shipwrecked backs and locals who inspect the brash blue foreheads strained like fence wire. Reflecting on absence and place the sea is put aside for special occasions the river kept for the everyday and language is slow from heat and unfinished endings. She also writes of water ancients civilian targets and angels caught off guard. Lizz Murphy lives in the village of Binalong in rural NSW.