Is it the sun

a hole

sucking in a bird

or Icarus about

to singe the sun?

The poet asks as she circumnavigates the globe,

history—then, an inner universe. When it responds,

there’s the small shudder, the sprawl of a spin,

or the quiet before and after a full circle.

These revelatory poems travel through marginal histories and colonial encounters with an abundance of courage, curiosity, clairvoyance and humanity. Bobis is a lyrical shapeshifter; her dramatic luminosity and narrative flourishes inhabit other worlds.

— Michelle Cahill

A very vivid work. Sometimes immediately sensitive/sensual, sometimes
deliberately rough-edged, but always well-expressed, well-principled and 
well-considered, and always thankfully “still tuning in.”

— Jennifer Maiden

The volcanics of poem and story are among [Bobis’] driving forces. But here “the weight of what we have written” carries a new urgency. What is at stake is the deep kinship of all life mediated by our own species. Just as a “tiny gumnut” is a”primeval dissident,” so the “presuming poet” must keep “tuning in.” Awe, grief, joy, love are among her companions of choice. The journey leaves none untouched.

— Patricia Sykes

In these troubled times tainted with fear, hate, and despair, “there is hope for us,” the poems assure us. In them I hear an exquisite polyphony of voices: passionate and poised, sensuous and serene, lyrical and philosophical. Like incantations, these poems ask to be read and heard aloud.  

— Subhash Jaireth