Burning cars, a young man speechless on a forest floor, girls lost far
from home, and a lone lighthouse are images that surface in this latest
poetry collection by Jane Draycott. A surreal eeriness exists in these
tales of travelers passing along their ways, in the darkness, in
transit, hoping for safe passage through unknown territory. Traveling
many paths and byways itself, the poetry is imagined with what Sean
O'Brien describes as Draycott's "quizzical, exultant, exact music."