What poetry can, must, and will always do for us: it complicates us, it doesn’t ‘soothe.’

Water is a miracle - it takes so many forms - is the core of life - is holy. So it becomes important to pay utmost attention to the holiness which is this planet's life - blood, which we are destroying. I always look for it in a poem. I honor it. I pay it mind.

The storm: I close my eyes and, standing in it, try to make it mine.

What poetry can, must, and will always do for us: it complicates us, it doesn’t ‘soothe.’

I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way, to negotiate seriously with it . Because there is, of course, always the desire, the hope, that they are not two separate worlds, sound and silence, but that they become each other, that only our hearing fails.

I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way, to negotiate seriously with it.

Where mathematics and spirit join, where proof of the existence of mystery-salvific mystery-shimmers just below the surfaces of human perception, experience and the linguistic veil itself, Killarney Clary's new book-her best to date-dwells, plumbs, persuades and thrills.