The Thirteenth Angel

His sequences in The Thirteenth Angel scan from moment to moment like flickering needles, registering stress patterns in the world around us - ebbs and flows of weather or events, in our own bodies, in the city streets before and after the pandemic, or on the autoroutes of Europe with their undertow of human flight. If there are angels, they are nothing otherworldly, but formed by angles of incidence between real immediate things, sudden moments of clarity that may disturb, calm or exhilarate. The Thirteenth Angel is Philip Gross's 27th book of poetry, and his 12th from Bloodaxe.