Tendrils is foliage on scorched lives, as ribbons around a gift of love, as the giddy, nervous need to seek the perfect vine or leaf to shelter artistry. Curlicues and hideaways wherein to shield a wonderworld. Cascades of colour from a dam burst forth in lawlessness and thunder. The poems in Tendrils quell the hand when grammar fails and syntax bleeds, when fiction runs amok. This poetry collection is a vibrant play, a solo for two, with exuberance and bewilderment.