The poems in Ariadne/Dark Dark Shine are, as the starting poem says, “a lost/found/&repeat narration. The arcing-thread—a-whip/lifeline/way/the-magical-gift-given/odd-bit—discovered in an old sewing basket. (Who sews nowadays?) No enchanted sword or mirror—how much braver to pocket the spool of thread, head out, put your finger to a pulse and count. A puzzle sometimes, which simple thing reveals a boon.” The question posed, “labyrinth or circle?”.