”a lucky life/on this continent costs/a heavy dose of arsenic” — electrifying to read Arsenic Flower, a beautiful, intelligent, and formally inventive collection from Dakota Feirer on Gumbaynggirr country — on the Clarence watershed, where the names of the killers are still on the signs.

Finished it in tears — it's a meteor. As a collection, all of it matters, all of it counts towards where it ends, and no revelation feels unearned. I loved all of it. It is time to Rot.

Bonus/consolation: The book of real-life customer encounters I wrote while working at a bookshop on Sydney's North Shore, I Can't Remember the Title but the Cover is Blue (2018), illustrated by Philip Marsden.
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