Brilliantly observed, wry, witty and brimming with energy, the latest collection from Pete Marshall ranges from short lyric pieces to prose poems to text conversations to draw astute word-portraits of its array of ¿odd fellows¿. Inventive, scalpel-sharp, yet humane and affectionate, Marshall¿s characters engage, entertain and enlighten, revealing the human condition with all its foibles, flaws and attachments. Oddfellows is an accessible, compelling and distinctive collection from a remarkable voice. extract from: 'invocations' once on a flat ledge overlooking a gorge in Crete I conjured Pan a cloven clatter an overwhelming stench of rot and rut the rising hairlipped wail of a goat god which had me running for the comfort of retsina and ouzo (when you died) the lights went out on the Migneint trees grew quiet in Coed Mawr wells ran dry in churches