Publisher's Synopsis
What would I preserve of me?
Today it is the ripe autumnal smell
of woodsmoke as night approaches:
an expiring exhalation, burning,
but slow, without intensity,
pungent, and wholly impersonal.
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John Killick has been a teacher and has run a small press. His present project is using literature to help dementia sufferers. The poems in this collection embrace humour and mystery, travel and nature, creativity and periods of calm reflection.
