Falling BodyThe poems in Falling Body, David Cavanagh's second collection, cover ground with quirkiness, precision, and grace. They move the way a life moves in and out of personal and public territory, past and present perspectives, inner and outer worlds. They chart inevitable falls and celebrate, sometimes with wry humour, sometimes with muted joy, getting up again. The poems touch down lightly on large topics and move on, nervous of becoming trapped in easy

ancient and modern

held annually in West Kerry

‘Olive Trees

to adapt Auden’s phrase

Rocco Scotellaro was born in 1923 in Tricarico

Notes from a Jazz Life

Oz Hardwick

The North doesn't represent a geographical location

Emily Nasrallah’s Flight Against Time (1997)

now stand easy

hidden in valleys and even in sea caves

In the concluding section