Via both associative lyrics and disjunctive narratives, Aflame looks to the intersection of T/time and experience, sex and fatherhood, husbandry and the cosmos, and whether the experiences Aflame dictates are quotidian or ecstatic, these poems stabilize and arrest.
About the vastness space and the vastness inside ourselves. McDowell uses the immense to understand the miniscule, using astronomy to understand our human movements. These are nuanced meditations on marriage, fatherhood, and just being alive.
This is heavy shit, and it's absolutely gorgeous. These poems make my heart hurt with the strange satisfaction of the inherent grief and loss that is tied up with love and beauty.