Most of Kate Potts’ “Feral” isn’t really poetry. Normally that’s a big red flag for me, but I have to confess, not this time.

I really liked “Feral”. There was something about the tone, the images, the quality of it – even if it wasn’t ‘poetry’ – that was undeniably pleasing. I told myself that it was ‘literature’, rather than poetry; that seemed to make it alright..!

It won’t be for everyone of course, but this is a four star collection in my book.