Jean Sprackland's third collection describes a world in free-fall Chaos and calamity are at our shoulder, in the shape of fire and flood, ice-storm and hurricane trains stand still, zoos are abandoned, migrating birds lose their way - all surfaces are unreliable, all territories unmapped Tilt is a collection of raw, distressed and beautiful poems, a hymn to the remarkable survival of things in the face of threat - for every degradation an epiphany, for every drowning a birth