Shortlisted for the 2003 Pat Lowther Award and the 2003 Dorothy Livesay Award for Poetry In Marlene Cookshaw's work time is slowed so that you can walk around in the moment, rub your knuckles on its nap, trace its lattice-work of airs and pressures, and touch the sensitive places left by accidents and old loves. Life seems to come forward to meet speech, even as speech is reaching to its edge. You breathe the salt tang of the particular.