Grief is the Thing in Pleather

“Grief is the thing in pleather: iterative, reshuffling noir signifiers, re-marking punctuation, always to the same end. As Bussey-Chamberlain writes: ‘Last time was not the last time; / I am here again.’ From open field composition glittering in headlit streaks to the short gasps of Emily Dickinson’s lines, in the narrow time of birthing and the contained prose poems of time lived, this brief collection packs in life after life after life, an expansive exploration of Dickinson’s choice of “kindly” for Death’s stop, with all the sardonic seriousness, the deadpan profound, that characterises Bussey-Chamberlain’s work.” (So Mayer)