Winner of the Earl of Seacliff Poetry Prize Jill Chan’s These Hands Are Not Ours, her third book of poetry, explores the deep and sometimes uncanny relationships between our human experiences and our wider, more tenuous though, at times, no less ambiguous experiences of the divine. These poems are written in an almost subliminal language filled with beautiful tension and silent immensity. Perhaps we are never created until we are brave enough to be made. Until these hands are not ours but the sky’s, we claim too much of the night, the love, its making. -from 'Claim' Poem Copyright Jill Chan