Here are some of my favourite passages from this impressive debut collection by Scottish poet Em Strang: The sunlight is squeezing her, squeezing the field-grass until her blue dress is a distant boat and the field is the sea.... from "Bird-Woman" ...more night on the fields than she's seen before, the mountains hovering like hawks. * It's dawn when I find her, grief-stiff, the rooks lifting and re-settling, lifting and re-settling, the sun beginning to burn. from "Wolf" ...g