her first pamphlet
or relating to lovers and children
which cut and run across the parterre of poetic decorum with their cartoon-strip energies and air of misrule
Her early poems ‘make sense first as music
Cavalcanti
My Last Address, Horses, Horses, Horses by Rachel Burns Fred D’Aguiar her first pamphletMy last address, horses, horses, horses by Rachel Burns is a raw, propulsive book of poems and lyric prose that moves through teenage motherhood, addiction, poverty, care work, violence, and the long afterlife of classed shame with furious clarity and bruised humour. Across six sections, Burns writes from buses, pubs, kitchens, prisons, foodbanks, council estates, and the uneasy calm of nature reserves, allowing memory to return in flashcuts,