I’ll write about all the losses: socks, loosecoins fallen behind soft-cushioned sofas, shoes looped around lamp posts, laces danglinglike nooses, keys, coins, wallets, names and numberspassports and purses, pens, phones, glasses, gloves. Moya Pacey's Black Tulips is filled with subtly observed poems pushed into the service of a dark, and darkly humorous, sensibility. | Black Tulips by Moya Pacey, Paperback | Indigo Chapters