In her debut collection, Morecambe-based performance poet Hannah Wood takes a razor-sharp, hilariously cynical look at the literal and emotional baggage we carry through life. Inspired by bracing sea air, shutdown funfairs, and the everyday absurdities of modern Britain, these poems bounce effortlessly between fierce northern wit and sudden, unexpected tenderness.

A lock of hair from a long-dead relative. Pretentious £4.50 coffee on the promenade. The glorious, vanished art of pressing your bare arse against a school bus window.From dark domestic fantasies of murderous mothers to the corporate horror of accidental Microsoft Teams livestreams, STUFF is a celebration of regional grit, middle-aged rage, and the chaotic historical documents we print onto our own skin.

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