"Like the landscapes where the poet walks, climbs and watches, language is fractured in these poems. The reader becomes a climber too among words that break and re-form, reflect, scatter and slide in and out of this impressive collection. To read these intensely lyrical and elemental poems is to be transported right inside the moment out of which they were written." -Janet Sutherland"To read Mark Goodwin's poems of rock and grass and sky and the body-mind moving through them is to enter deep place: living, uncontainable - an event not a landscape. His poems are a grounding in minute shifts and experiences: visual reflections become aural echoes, sounds lift off the page into the ear, inferences and possibilities of language are opened up. Meaning pivots on the unexpected. Word and line breaks are subtle levers of time and scale. The page is Mark Goodwin's theatre of transformations. Through the slippage and junctures of language, I find myself out in the open, participant in the tactilities and sights and noises of place. His poems, opening on the page in this locked-down time, gladden the heart." -Gerrie Fellows