Are these the days?
Wright drops his SM58 and invites the reader to pull up a chair at the kitchen table, there are some things to discuss. Peak deals with matters of the heart: a reunion with grandchildren after the pandemic, a long wait in Children’s Ward, a brief honeymoon beneath the sandy cliffs at Weybourne.
These poems are bittersweet but ultimately redemptive. The poet “grinds the grief beneath his feet” and is called through a “white door in a garden wall” to where someone waits with their arm outstretched.