AustLit

'You might assume that the poetry of a musician who namechecks Lead Belly, Charles Mingus, and Stevie Wonder would be full of soul. You’d be wrong. Instead, Losing Touch, Andrew Leggett’s third collection, is full of heart. Here, we find the burning hearts of lovers, the strained hearts of the lonely, the dancing hearts of dead poets, the cardiac arrests of the elderly, the steady pulse of youth, the arrythmia of the patient denied a transplant, and the syncopated symphony of all the hearts in the mental hospital beating out of time with the society that shuts them in.' (Introduction)