ghosts are lonely here - Jane Spavold Tims - Bog

We live in a time when built landscape is often in a state of abandonment - old churches, old bridges, old schools, old buildings in general. Add to this abandoned vehicles, abandoned boats and deteriorating stone walls, grown-up roads and decommissioned rail lines, and we exist in a landfill of twentieth century projects, abandoned to time. These poems listen to the histories and stories of the abandoned. The poems are sometimes sad, sometimes resentful, always wise.