Formal and yet sensitive, steeped in memory and precise locale, Cathy Conlon's poetry is a joy to read and to re-read. Whether she is writing about the Belfast gardener who removed the dead and maimed from bombsite rubble only to plant 'in the crumbs of clay' until flowers appeared, or of a classroom encounter with the incoming 'new Irish', or feeling for the homeless among the Mills & Boons of a public Library, she creates poem after poem of studious empathy and precision. Chased by a sec...

'Poignant, funny and highly readable. Would make a wonderful present.' Sue Leonard, Examiner'A real snapshot in time ... a celebration of female friendship ... fantastic - such a good read' Irish Times Women's Podcast'Engaging ... tender and true and spiced with wit and no little wisdom' RTE Guide'Heart-warming ... nostalgic ... the letters brim over with the kind of humour and honest reflection that only best ...