Bereft after her grandmother's death, Krissy Kneen began writing these poems in an attempt to make sense of her loss. This powerful work offers a kaleidoscope of fitful dreams, tender memories and heart-struck musings that shine new light on our own mortality.


I pick a grain of her, stolen from the urnplace it on my tongue.Her body.My blood.
She lodges in me.
Bereft after her grandmother's death, Krissy Kneen began writing these poems in an attempt to make sense of her loss. This powerful work offers a kaleidoscope of fitful dreams, tender memories and heart-struck musings that shine new light on our own mortality.
'Raw and exhilarating, Eating My Grandmotherembodies the visceral paradox of grief.'Kristina Olsson
'At once exquisitely sensitive and blazing with wit and experimentation, Kneen re-imagines elegiac poetry.'Judges' Comments, Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize