The poems in Darcie Dennigan’s debut collection, Corinna A-Maying the Apocalypse, radiate. Dennigan allows exuberance and earnestness, two traits often dismissed by twenty-first century poets, into her work. I found the poems most compelling, though, when that levity manages to cast shadows, such as in Bullet: “It was like a heavy seed, so I thought, Plant it./ No soil so I swallowed it.// How to make it not a thrown stone, not the grape of wrath./ Make it not the animal’s eye gleaming at the attack.// Think tuft of cotton not glint of cobalt./ A bluebell in my woods near moss.”
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