Half-Open Door

Poetry. [T]here’s a working collie in (this poet) / who chases feet sound rhythm and form / and gladly burns in the fire and flow aptly captures some of the dynamic in this astonishing collection. [S]omeone said sadness / is the shadow of a cloud / another that there is more than sadness here / the sun itself has vanished maps an empathic way of breaking into pain in Paris. In the female deer have antlers Finnegan asks where does this stillness come from -as you read the poems in HALF-OPEN DOOR, don’t be surprised if an affirmative relation to being and to the world announces itself.