The poems in Nothing's Lost, Ian House's second full collection, range from Reading's side streets to Moscow's Metro by way of a murderous Victorian baby farmer, Gogol's nose, and the Tardis outside an Oxford museum. They are linked by a concern with relationship - between individuals, past and present, mind and world, certainty and doubt. Sometimes bleak, sometimes joyous, always inspired by experience's detail and nuance, nothing is lost on them, a great deal gained.