A new collection from John Foulcher

John Foulcher’s thirteenth poetry collection in many ways represents his best work yet. On every page the assured voice of a seasoned poet rings out, one moment reflective and remorseful, the next salty and sardonic. That quiet, larrikin sense of humour his readers know so well bubbles along just under the surface, never more so than in the classroom and the bedroom. The sensibility is essentially Australian, the bush never far from his mind, yet the reach is universal in space, time and spirit.