135 x 180mm, 180 pages, Black & white printing, Perfect bound, Softcover, 2026

Aquafaba is the sappy gluey liquid that beans or chickpeas float about in, cushioning their collisions with one another in tins or jars. It takes on traces of the legumes as they fray and bump at the edges. But when enough air is introduced, this seemingly inconsequential byproduct, destined to be wasted, forms a foam with enough stability to obtain aerated structures and dizzying peaks.

In this new collection by Colin Herd poetry is figured as the slushy, hokey, surfeit fluid we knock about in as we leach our own emotional starch. Unabashed by sentiment, impetuous and weak-at-the-knees by craft, these poems wonder if language too might be transformational when subject to frenzied motion.

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