Takeaway unflinchingly observes a world where everyone is doing their
best to survive, often through a lens of the mealtimes that bring us
together and set us apart; whether that's a takeaway eaten in a car
park, chickpeas 'speared like love-struck hearts', or a
multi-generational cooking lesson. Brimming with inventive and tactile
imagery, these poems play with time, until it is suspended or flowing
backwards through domestic interiors where stereos send secret messages
and a poltergeist misses doing the washing up.