Dimensions
130 x 199 x 8mm
Women knit at the foot of the guillotine. Hundreds of blackbirds tumble suddenly from the sky. Red Riding Hood's grandmother speaks from the belly of the wolf. Santa Lucia offers you her eyes on a platter. These poems present a panorama, by turns historical, mythical, and modern, of horrors and absurdities both familiar and obscure. 'Perhaps not fox nor axe, but something gives us chase' - and the only thing more difficult than bearing witness is turning away.
'Chloe Wilson is among the most promising of Australia's younger poets … Not Fox Nor Axe is a stunning mixture of myth, history and natural history, demonstrating both her ability to find new and intriguing angles on her subjects and her wit and dexterity with language.'
