The Non-Herein, by Michael Mc Aloran, published by Lapwing Press. Reviewed by Elynn Alexander for Full Of Crow.
Of the non herein Ash upon drought as if
It could be uttered Set to light
Broken cleft absent In whip of
Spinal affluence Dragging out the magus
Pulse of futile Again once again
Till none Asked of without quarter
Michael Mc Aloran’s collection “The Non Herein” from Belfast publisher Lapwing Press invites the reader to anomie and paradox, what lies within is self-negating. His poems mirror back life, (“opiate’s glass” . (Traceless of), “naught of the sheet glass” (Never Once) reflected as decay, vitality that reaches to extinguishing, the “jugular ash”. (Into Echoing) Continue reading →