If you want your poetry as a lulled accompaniment to whatever you happen to be doing – don’t read Jo Gilbert. If you like your Doric couthie and couth, paired with a wee sepia photo – don’t read Jo Gilbert. But if you need poetry that makes you ‘Get aff that fuckin horse. Now!’ , and opens your ‘kohl clarted eyes’ to garr ye greet and laugh aloud...then read Jo Gilbert. And what a titular poem. Three lines, punching hard with every word. What a debut.
(Beth McDonough, writer)
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