Bob Orr has published five solo collections of poems previously. His is a pure lyric impulse, somewhat like Sam Hunt's. The strength of the poems in this collection is their particularity, their feeling and their feel for form and the shape of a line.

A well-established poet with roots in the ‘Big Smoke’ generation of the 1960s and 1970s, Bob Orr publishes rarely and this is his first book for some time. His poems are spare and simple but they have a haunting lyrical quality that few readers (or listeners) can resist. The first section, ‘Mending Nets’ and the third and last, ‘I have Seen the Gods Gathering’, return to the ocean settings in which this poet is so comfortable; here, the blue Pacific extends to the exotic lands of South America, home of the great Pablo Neruda, and offers a sense of mystery and nostalgia. Between the waves or the spars are glimpses of Auckland, snatches of conversation in bars. In the middle section, ‘Poppies and Paspalum’, Orr remembers his rural childhood in the Waikato, again writing movingly of simple things, landscape, friends, parents. The range of his interests has widened in this volume and he moves in the world of texts as well as salt and tar: these poems are more sophisticated than they at first appear.