Leaving the country you grew up in is both heart-wrenching and liberating. Ish writes of her move from New Zealand to Scotland, to find that tea leaves in a pot still make a cup of tea, but one that's somehow different. Then she winds back to other more painful leave-takings that a pot of tea has no answer for. And Ish finds as she writes that what she misses most in her new life is the salty and reassuring place where fish grow. An accomplished first collection from a young poet that speaks directly and with great beauty of the stuff of the heart.
