In this 11th collection of his poetry, Irish poet Macdara Woods brings his hallmark qualities of energy and alertness to the subject of memory, its revelations, transports and deceptions. The Cotard Dimension unflinchingly faces "the distorting glass / In the bathroom mirror" and discovers that "memory is where I am / One-fingered memory / Poking round among the ruins". And yet, in poems that deal with the slow recovery after an accident, he records the renewal of "the wild olive that we thought was dead", and produces a volume of poetry that, despite our troubled times, celebrates "fresh growth new bone".