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Durham writer Alison Carr looks back to the childhood she lost when she was knocked down by a hit-and-run driver when she was eight years-old. Written with a beautiful melancholy, the poems are constructed around iterative images of lost childhood pleasures, of falling apples and seasonal change, connecting personal feelings of loss with larger narratives of the Fall – mythical, anthropological and economic.
Durham writer Alison Carr looks back to the childhood she lost when she was knocked down by a hit-and-run driver when she was eight years-old. Written with a beautiful melancholy, the poems are constructed around iterative images of lost childhood pleasures, of falling apples and seasonal change, connecting personal feelings of loss with larger narratives of the Fall – mythical, anthropological and economic.