One response to “New Books by Shannon Tharp and Peter O’Leary”
[…] Shannon Tharp’s Vertigo in Spring is far sparser in its language. Often addressing an absent presence — sometimes a lover, sometimes a family member — Tharp’s poems evoke hazy late-night scenes, sometimes succinctly and sometimes rhapsodically. In four lines, “Groundhog Day” perfectly summons the titular event, along with an abundance of metaphorical baggage. And she has a way with perfectly contained statements that can be devastating, or illuminating. From “Postcard to My Sister”: Whatever terror made us, there is no other love. […]
One response to “New Books by Shannon Tharp and Peter O’Leary”
[…] Shannon Tharp’s Vertigo in Spring is far sparser in its language. Often addressing an absent presence — sometimes a lover, sometimes a family member — Tharp’s poems evoke hazy late-night scenes, sometimes succinctly and sometimes rhapsodically. In four lines, “Groundhog Day” perfectly summons the titular event, along with an abundance of metaphorical baggage. And she has a way with perfectly contained statements that can be devastating, or illuminating. From “Postcard to My Sister”: Whatever terror made us, there is no other love. […]