The Towns We Leave Hate Us Most

Sometimes, I shout at the face with which I must live, hoping to discipline it into behaving. I squash its nose and slap its cheeks. Employing an inimitable combination of cutting wit, impressive feats of formal experimentation and bold illustration that pulls no pixels as it shades, Aislinn has created a moving début that defies categorisation. Lovingly produced as a collectible item, this is poetry you will want to carry with you as you leave. See more