In her debut pamphlet, Victoria Gatehouse explores science and art, seeking out the similarities and tensions that attract and repel them in equal measure. A clinical researcher by day, by night she collects, tests, measures and records her thoughts on the materials – both practical and spiritual – from which we each build our lives.

Light, metal, electricity, shells and fabric are each treated with similar scrutiny, linked by a scientific thread, knotted with humour, playful subversion and lyrical wonder.

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"Gatehouse's poems have a hushed restfulness and composure which complement her subjects, often minutely observed. One of several highpoints, 'The Moth', shows off her ability to pin an object under her glare, seeing all the way down to the veins." — Declan Ryan, TLS

"I have long been an admirer of Victoria Gatehouse’s lovely, clear, punchy poems and was excited to read a collection of them. What a treat it was. Whether writing about the forbidden apples she once removed her brace for, testing metals with a lad in the chemistry lab or delighting in the phlebotomist telling her she has ‘lovely veins’, there is a kind of electric charge running beneath the words. More, more, more!" — Carole Bromley