Coloratura On A Silence Found In Many Expressive Systems Poems

“I was living in a high-maintenance loneliness,” Alice Fulton writes of a devastating accident, and her poems express both reverence and impatience as they search for a brightness palpable as the dark. The result is a coloratura on the senses, riffing on flowers fragrant only at night, the ozone scent of snow, spectral voices of radio, and chimerical colors outside the spectrum. Fulton seeks joy to counteract trauma and grief; finds solace in art, friendship, the mysterious power of gifts; and empathizes with the silent pathos of animals. Without denying suffering, this enthralling volume extends a fervent prayer for gratitude and healing.From “Netherlandish”:If you’re looking for the marvelous, look to the margins. If you’re looking for a miracle, look to the invisible.