Quantum Heresies though a chapbook

though a chapbook

these poems paint an intimate portrait of tragedy

she expresses the sacredness within us all in these beautiful lines: “There is an old church/at the end of a dirt road/inside each of us

it is poetry that can capture and cradle the souls of those decaying in fields of white bone

In her chapbook The Purpose of Hands she ruminates upon such ontological questions

Quantum Heresies though a chapbookMary Peelens spare poems pulse with what they contain and describein both the imagistic and the mathematical sense of the wordharnessing the power of the sciences to navigate the chthonic worlds of illness, loss, and desire on both personal and planetary scales. Peelen denies the divisions of mind and body, art and science, precision and ardor. Her poems resonate with allusion (Lady Lazaruss hair as a supernova) and sound (copernicium, ununoctium).