mathematical-equations – UNCOLLECTED PRESS: The Raw Art Review

Enough is a collection of poetry that takes readers on one woman’s journey from hidden abuse to healing. Organized in sections, these lyrical, narrative poems, both intimate and universal, follow a marriage and family through myriad domestic realities that become revelations as the spell of confusion and dysfunction is ultimately broken.

Readers will encounter the mistaken identity of love, the cunning of psychological abuse, the rupture, deep grief, and, finally, the dawning of what it means to be “enough,” to live whole and at peace.

Enough is a charged and stirring story of profound change intended for anyone curious about the many facets of human nature.

“Madness” from Enough by Lyall Harris

every day the full moon
and the transfigured
sometimes we wondered
at the face
sometimes we basked
in its recurring luminosity
but there were teeth
know that there were always teeth
chiseled in the pseudo-light

About the Poetry

a theory of everything is a suite of love poems that traverses four countries and three continents. At Apostle Island in the United States, the narrator recalls, “millions of sunlit mirrors in ice tubes reflected your image and I declared l love all of you to each.” Outdoor adventure, sometimes serene, sometimes extreme, frames exploration of their deep affection for each other and for the natural world. At Watson Lake, Canada, the narrator remembers, “how we stood that night before the light show of aurora and spied in the eyes of each a parade of spirit animals and you and me and nearby lakes wye and lucky answered all our questions.” Similarly, in Cardigan Bay, United Kingdom, the narrator remembers sublime liberation while kayaking “to that colony of dolphins whose clicks and clacks located naked bathers in stone pools and how we dropped our own gear to swim free and clear.” And Mount Connor, Australia, provides an aspirational definition of creationism: “will we ever forget bedrolls in the cold furnace at fool-uru and blue fingers and naked eyes to size stellar drift and eyelash ices to imagine imaginal cells in the human world?”. Indeed, whether one reads these poems as ode or elegy, the narrator’s sacred testimonies oscillate between joy and gravitas and each forgoes loss for wonder and gratitude. Both cosmic and personal are the vital connective tissue of a theory of everything.