P. S. Cottier

The creature runs through the Arctic ice, pursued by Dr Frankenstein

What have these blunt fingers touched what made this heart beat faster in the flesh chest that grew it? Before they became mine: became the motley coat that is me? Did this palm stroke softer flesh in reciprocal love? My …

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A Hard Poem to Market

This poem does not have a spacious deck for entertaining after a hard day’s reading itself. It lacks a million dollar view of surrounding majestic mountains, or even filtered sea glimpses. A poem like this boasts no walk-in wardrobes, parents’ …

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P.S. Cottier Reviews Mark Pirie

While waiting for this book to arrive, I found myself wondering what the best known cricket poem in the world might be. I’d say that it’s still the absurdly patriotic ‘Vitai Lampada’ by Henry Newbolt.

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Moya Pacey Reviews P. S. Cottier

This debut collection by Canberra poet, P.S. Cottier, is striking in its eclecticism. Nothing much escapes this poet’s perceptive eye; her world is crowded and busy, and her poems reflect on and respond to a wide range of mostly contemporary topics and ideas. These include, among many others, injustices (big and small), the marginalised and forgotten, environmental concerns, as well as the nag of the everyday such as how to dispose of a tea bag responsibly or how to take care of one’s teeth.

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