Joy McCall takes a keen interest in everything from her children to the local crooks and drunks, artisans, madwomen, and ghosts. The supernatural is as real to her as the material world and the dead populate her poems along with the living. The fleshless rabbi walking his haunted corridor reminds her that Norwich was the origin of the Blood Libel against the Jews, while not far away the witches still dance among the standing stones. Old churches, old pubs, and old graves tell stories to those that listen amid the scattered needles and barroom fights of the present day.