The ninjas

Funny, heartbreaking, haunting: Jane Yeh's poems open windows onto utterly strange - and eerily familiar - worlds.

Lonely ghosts hover around children on their way to school; lilies whisper among themselves, their heads 'filled with pollen and boredom'.

Three solemn children in a Van Dyck portrait gaze out into their futures.

Moving between high art and pop culture, Yeh creates richly textured poems, their lyrical beauty cut with a dark wit.

How do we face death, how survive loss? What does it take to carry on? 'O tempura, O monkeys'.