In the same way that the speaker in these poems often seems itinerant, lacking a place or person to call home, the poems themselves have their own roaming quality. The reader is moved somewhere unexpected, the poems seem to shapeshift or suddenly beckon from somewhere else, or they may zoom into focus.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘I Was Waiting to See What You Would Do First - Mazakis, Angie’.
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