<p>This is Cumbrian poet Alan John Stubbs&#39;s 3rd collection. 'These poems carry with them the heat of recognition and the eeriness of dream. That light comes. That a door opens. That we are included within the mercurial secrecy of observation, but only for a second&mdash;like a painting done wholly with a drying brush: suggestive of the universe, in every brushstroke.'</p>