This first book of poetry by Ian Harris addresses a number of themes. These include personal history, relationships, the environment and commentary on events both large and small.
Ian Harris uses language sparingly, aiming to build on Barthes' notion of the 'death of the author' to present pieces that allow the reader to respond personally and make the poem their own. One respected poet has described his work as the 'poetry of evocation'.
His work is passionate, direct, the language simple and measured, always trying to make people think.
Unafraid of emotion, he opens wounds to fall as ripe fruits on cold land. And with the dying away of each flesh, he retrieves their stones, and holding them one by one to your ear, he joins you listening to the grown tree inside, weeping in the dark for the sun.