PASSAGE

In her second book of poetry, Bianca Bowers shifts between consciousness and sleep, reality and dreams, as she seeks to find passage in a restless landscape.

"My feet were fused with a 7-lane highway.
My spine, dismantled;
a map of bones with no instruction."

Passage is a surreal and real exploration of the transient spaces that have the power to destabilise our relationships, identity, and sense of belonging.

"My ghost beckons me into the misty pines and I follow,
like Autumn."