Kate Lilley's wonderful 'Versary' is a treasury of sentences, a cabinet of their variety and a practice of their power: from "Never let the sun go down" to"Can modernism get any later?"; from "We had a little fuss today/over a bunch of gowns" to "The two halves of a face should stay together".
There is no resource of poetry that 'Versary' doesn't make a new use of, in a renewed attempt to wring from it all that can be wrung:
