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TonguefireThis is Andrew Philip’s first collection but it certainly won’t be his last. He is someone who cares about words, from root to leaf. His poems are haunting visionary experiences: a man with a dove on his head; a pedestrian who turns into an angel; MacAdam the gardener, who finds a glass baby in the ashes of his bonfire. Beautiful, well-paced, thoughtful writing.
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