I am very much attached to many things in my life. One of the themes in this book, of course is attachment and how it can be done in “meticulous” ways, such as attachment to people we’ve lost, attachment to our bodies, and attachment to our expectations. I found that I resonated with some the poems in here and I really tried to let the poems sink in. Some of the stand out poems from this book are “Vase,” “Bowl,” and the stanza “Though I skate / for an hour I go / nowhere, / and I will do it / again. Circling / has its own purpose. / Ask the moon, / the earth.” It was a lovely read.
Mary Logue's third book of poetry is a collection of short, personal poems written in free verse, each ending in a subtle epiphany - in other words, it's like most contemporary poetry collections being published right now. I do like Logue's quiet, almost minimalist style, brushing away unnecessary words and feelings and burnishing each poem until it is left with a dozen or so glowing lines. And a few of the poems here are pure gold, including "Past" with its memorable closing lines: