declares the forgetting man
under the florescent lights
his face shadowless
in a shadowed world
that he knows where it is
once and for all
“The Carving Tree”, “Evidence of a Struggle” and “Unbearably Gone”
I was not born in these kinds of waters
but I came to believe and to canoe away
on the river of silty glass
bugs skating the surface
sunlight pouring into me
laughter echoing off the empty
voices raised, poles poised, fish fleeing upstream even.
“The Bats in the Willow”, “Revenant Gloam” and “I Cannot Make Permanent Things”
Bats, the revenant gloam, and impermanence are the subjects of Mulvihill’s poetry here. Yes, their commonality may not be obvious, but Mulviill’s storytelling marks her poetry—personal and unequivocally forthright. Her voice is her truth.
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