A stone is lobbed in ’84, hangs like a star over Orgreave. Welcome to Sheffield. Border-land,our town of miracles…’ – ‘Scab’From the clash between striking miners and police to the delicate conflicts in personal relationships, Helen Mort’s stunning debut is marked by distance and division.

Named for a street in Sheffield, this is a collection that cherishes specificity: the particularity of names; the reflections the world throws back at us; the precise moment of a realisation. Distinctive and assured, these poems show us how, at the site of conflict, a moment of reconciliation can be born.