An inventive interplay between poetry and aquatints brings both to life in this limited edition pamphlet from surgeon and poet, Nick Jones. Our voracious appetite for travel has resulted in an ever-expanding lattice of tarmac across the earth's surface. Shrouded in darkness this artificial environment envelops the solitary night driver. Its impersonal nature is the antithesis of the self yet, paradoxically, it is here that aspects of the self begin to unfold.

Separation

Past processions of pylons
shadows long since faded
fields whose ploughs rest
heads dream in their beds
desolate petrol stations
candescent cash machines
watchmen dropping of
foxes sift through bins
the past departed

- Publisher: Cinnamon Press,