"I have been dreaming / those dreams of meaning / that come from the waters / of dreaming deep / like drowned men / to the gold skin / of the ocean." Company's come. In a ramshackle mansion, meet a family in the same condition-ancient, decayed. There's the brooding Duke and his riotous brother. There's Grandam, lost in wilds of herself. There's a vicar, a philosopher, an angel, a ghost or two. And somewhere above them all, in a ruined garret... "By turns delightfully black, singingly lyrical and/or innocently nonsensical. Here is a poet outside the mainstream with his own refreshingly original voice and bone s] to pick." - Gillian Harding-Russell, author of 'I Forgot to Tell You'