Author(s): Tim Upperton

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The third poetry collection from Palmerston North poet Tim Upperton. I was Dick. I teased Anne and George.I was Edmund, betrayed my friendsfor a sweet. Something rotten in me.                         — from ‘My childhood’   In his third poetry collection, award-winning poet Tim Upperton takes us to the end of the driveway, over the Manawatū – twisting like an eel – and on to Topeka and Paris. These are poems of acid wit (‘I have been to Paris / and apart from the architecture / and the food and some very fine cemeteries / and of course the language / it’s quite like Palmerston North’), intimations of loss (‘The wrong life cannot be lived rightly. I should know’) and unexpected resolution (‘like pollen, / like grace so available nobody wanted it’). Unpredictable and restive, A Riderless Horse stands in the everyday and then runs with it.