Nia Davies’ peculiar and witty All Fours is an interrogation of language and sexuality, psychoanalysis and gender, violence and the body, and the values and meaning that we assign to each. Her poetry is surprising, strange, experimental, and sometimes difficult to get to grips with, although wrestling with her unusual lines is as entertaining as […]
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