Aileron

Open this book at random and find a trove of thrilling images and unexpected metaphors: tiny bells jingling like sins, “a cool lake of indifference,” “an impossible wheel of hunger.” Read this book beginning to end and discover a dark trajectory, the work required to integrate one’s family of origin with a wider consciousness and responsibility. As have those in Geraldine Connolly’s previous books, these poems fly. But equipped with the acute sensitivity of an aileron, they fly higher and m...