Brash ice consists of ice scars, once solid ice that has been torn apart, frozen to other fragments and exhibiting its wounds.
My collection of poems called Brash Ice was my third collection and the first published by Leaky Boot Press, UK. The title struck me as ametaphor for my life, torn apart, patched up and tangibly wounded. Ice seemed to me the fitting material to speak of this circumstance.
Brash ice in its fragmentary stage consists of objects crashing into each other, as people do, as ideas do, as ambitions do.
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