Then, Beast Poems
What is it that lies just beyond our senses, that which waits for us by the blind corner, about to break the surface, rise from the slow inevitable turn of our being in the hours and the days? In this new collection, considered as a careful pause within the journeying in travelbook, Shane Carreon ushers us to the selvedges of words where we grapple with the undefinable and come through.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Shane Carreon’s level gaze unflinchingly confronts her world with grace. In these prose-poems, the subtle, matter-of-fact candor of her voice—refusing to yield to marginalization, elegantly expunged of any bid for sympathy—deepens into a breathtaking awareness of “Our selves, drifting back to all the places we’ve been.”ROWENA TIEMPO TORREVILLAS
Carreon’s universe is small and intimate—it goes no farther than her own bedroom, her house, kitchen, the city where she lives, the people who share her life. The landscapes are at once familiar and eerie, sensed with intensity and inchoate immediacy, constantly melting between light and shadow. In her poems, the simplest gestures are fraught with a passion for which no defining word has yet been found, as though the human motions of loving and living are accomplished in the edges of words, still to be found, still to be uttered, beast prowling the nether regions of perception. A virtuoso performance done with deceptive simplicity and utter delicacy.MERLIE M. ALUNAN