‘This collection shows us, with precision and economy, just how what’s wild and strange is entangled with the everyday' —JAMES WILKES

Kitty Hawkins’ first collection These Yellow Days is haunted by the birth and death of an idealised adulthood. Its extinction, in the form of a dead woman, haunts the poems, observing erosion, dunescapes, femininity, rebirth.

Set largely in the blustery yet desolate expanses of a coastal landscape, These Yellow Days uses speculative and imaginative juxtapositions as a means of rewriting memories, particularly interactions with those the poet holds most dear. A ghost-like water leaks through the pages, giving and taking life simultaneously. What remains is the sharp and vulnerable, which, like an onshore breeze, scours the natural for hope.