Mr Wittgenstein’s Lion

Kevin Brophy’s alter perceptive patience unearths the surreal in common life, ordinary days. His poems provide space for camels, evolution, trays of biscuits, dog poo, shoelaces, and the bronze statue of Father Brosnan. He cross-examines reality. As he puts it, in the most telling monosyllables imaginable, ‘We walk into the world as if it is’.
Chris Wallace-Crabbe