In the cover of true, a young woman in a green slip, green boa, and green boots wades through a green creek in a green landscape. That would presumably be Kirsty Elliot, the charmingly affectionate and unpretentious young mother/poet on mouldy Lasqueti Island. A tree nymph, sprightly and gutsy, even she has cravings for Vitamin D in the endless rain. This little volume, without solemnity or artifice, is a mix of the dreamy and the sensible. Greenly wet and irreverent, the style and content is quintessentially coastal. A memorable debut. 978-1-926655-23-9

[BCBW 2011]