Revealing….

the title of my new chap book – ‘The Bone Seeker’.

Why is it harder to think of titles than to write poems?  In the end I named this short collection after what I think of as the central poem within it. The phrase, the bone seeker, came from some research about the effects of radiation and is the nickname of Strontium 90, a component of nuclear waste which has a very long half-life. It’s invisible and tasteless but if ingested it gravitates to the bones. It felt like a good metaphor for poems which centre on growing up in an all too nuclear family.