Jeremy Dixon’s poetry collection pulses with the rhythms of life, memory, and ancestry, celebrating the ordinary and the extraordinary.

Life comes at you in waves, sometimes they carry you to new shores, sometimes you risk drowning in the flood. Life is a pulse, a heart pumping the blood of now and the blood memories of the past and of your ancestors. Life is a beat, a dance, a festival where you watch Portishead in a field as the sun sets. Life is the rhythm of all three together, it is the beat, the pulse, the wave that brings you to this moment. Jeremy Dixon pauses to consider and celebrate that which was, that which is and that which could be.