Let's gulp syrup under the sugar maples. Grab your gumballs, candy corn, wax lips, chocolate kisses. Grip your pillowcase by the edges; rip it asunder.


Let's gulp syrup under the sugar maples. Grab your gumballs, candy corn, wax lips, chocolate kisses. Grip your pillowcase by the edges; rip it asunder.

Transmuting techniques, forms and figures as she moves with enviable ease from themes of love through landscape to logic, Briggs evinces a relentless inventiveness and intelligence. These poems affirm the complexities of a fringe science of the soul.

'Reading these poems, we are likely to be greeted, at any moment, by a well-concealed tripwire or a loving embrace. The collection is alive with strange characters and luminous creatures in landscapes where the surreal meets common ground head-on.' Anthony Lawrence

'Free Logic is alive in every direction - exhilarating, daring and beautifully crafted.' Deb Westbury