There Are No Horses in Heaven

This collection of new work by award-winning New Zealand poet Frankie McMillan features the horse as a central motif. The poems—gorgeous, haunting, and beautifully strange—tingle with a sense of the ineffable, like certain chords in musical pieces. One poem causes another, they glint and glance off each other, depicting a world of real emotion and psychological mystery: how strange we are to ourselves and each other, even when we have such depth of feeling for each other.