I Think We're Alone Now by Abigail Parry family involving a careful dissociation from

involving a careful dissociation from his past

connection and

Sarah Clarke

Amerah Saleh

Ralf Webb turns poetry to an examination of the textures of class

I Think We're Alone Now by Abigail Parry family involving a careful dissociation fromI Think We're Alone Now was supposed to be a book about intimacy: what it might look like in solitude, in partnership, and in terms of collective responsibility. Instead, the poems are preoccupied with pop music, etymology, surveillance equipment and cervical examination, church architecture and beetles. Just about anything, in fact, except what intimacy is or looks like. So this is a book that runs on failure, and also a book about failures: of