In Evie Christie's third book mothers nurse babies as the world comes to an end, fathers hustle or drift, the pastoral and the present collide, violence, love, and death gently fill the space and time they have been given. As surreal as they are domestic, Christie's poems navigate the world they are in, struggle with history, the immediate, and what Richard Polt's investigation of Heidegger would describe as "the emergency being”.
