This new collection of poems from Alice Denny, like herself, is slim but packs a punch. There is an essential contradiction in all Denny’s poems; like all poets she’s both startlingly intimate and ruthlessness private, exposing and hiding, showing and telling, letting us feel the throb of blood in her veins, the skipped heartbeats, see the flash of metaphor as it crosses her mind, feel the tear as it slides down her cheek and the shock of uncompromising unconditional love where there should be bitterness, anger or despair.