Sasha Dugdale's imagination runs away with her. In Red House, the title poem describes a place in which a series of events of different kinds takes place. 'Once a man brought home a bear to the red house'. As a way of winning a woman's affections, he teaches the bear to dance:

In an endless manbeast cha-cha, the paws clattering, feet slapping
His humming succour from the stairwell.
The bear they took on the third day; it went well enough back into the
light.
The man threw himself from the window, and he was lamed for life.

This isn't simply surrealism, because it is contained within an aithoritative structure. When she takes control back from her inventions, Dugdale is clearer, but I suspect her most serious work is as yet the most impenetrable, Her energy and wit suggest that this is a way-point towards more considerable achievement. I look forward to her next book.