here could not be a better time to support small presses and new voices in poetry by buying their books and pamphlets. The poet and visual artist Ella Frears’ new collection is a Poetry Book Society recommendation for this summer. We may yet find ourselves performing some of the beautifully strange, moon-driven actions of her haunting poem. Phases of the Moon / Things I Have Done, by Ella Frears New Moon: I ransacked the house for something that does not exist. Waxing Crescent: I ate twelve peaches. First Quarter: I Tipp-Exed an old letter from him, leaving only the word basement. Waxing Gibbous: I put on my favourite underwear and cried in the mirror. Full Moon: I buried a pork-chop in the garden, walked backwards, howled. Waning Gibbous: I thought a great deal about drilling a hole in my head. Third Quarter: I told the neighbour my heart beats only for her. Waning Crescent: I stood outside facing the house, waited for myself to appear.