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Kerrin P. Sharpe’s poems make me think of migratory birds. It’s as if they have just settled very briefly on the page after long journeys from far-off places – from Europe, from Antarctica, from other centuries. My advice is that we read them quickly before they take flight again. Or, better, write them out in a notebook. Then bury the notebook in a metal box somewhere deep in the earth, where people in the future can dig for days until they find it.
—Bill Manhire