"What happens when belief-as artistic ambition, as a lover’s devotion, as faith in divinity-is met with a staggering indifference? This is the question which Jennifer Atkinson’s The Drowned City seeks variously to answer, and to which the poems themselves, finally, elegantly, unflinchingly become the only appropriate answer, one that does not offer closure to its questions so much as a means of fashioning a life inside them." -from the Foreword
