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‘Pink roses, green by Clíodhna Bhreatnach revels in the act of making poetry in a broken world. Whether it’s while finding palimpsests in an archive, sharing secrets under a photocopier’s protective sound-wash, or watching Dusty Springfield unwittingly lip synced with a football crowd, Bhreatnach’s keen eye picks out the poetic juxtapositions of the mundane and elevates them to a place of strange and singular beauty. Frustrated, thought-provoking, formally ambitious and always witty, these poems herlad a compelling new voice.’ Jessica Traynor