Shadow People begins far away and takes us on a journey home. We move from the Mendenhall Glacier in Alaska to the Redline in Boston. We begin among the Yup'ik craftspeople, and travel toward the heart of family life, sometimes in painful memory, sometimes in loving recognition. We begin as observers but by the end of the book we have joined with Molly Watt in the dance of her life, and our own. --Fred Marchant, Author of Full Moon Boat and Director of The Poetry Center at Suffolk University. |
Molly Lynn Watt's beautifully crafted and vibrant poems wrest from our sullied, perilous age the celebratory music of small everyday events and the grandiose spectacles of nature alike. They are testimonies of a time of political struggle and a life touched by loss and crisis, yet lived in the conviction that truth and justice belong to all. And they are also in their wisdom, humor and tenderness expressions of a joie de vivre that sometimes arrives as a gift after times of darkness. —Eva Bourke, author of The Latitude of Naples & elected to Aosdana in Ireland.
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Aurora Borealis
We've become night travelers creeping along Alaskan highways for one more chance encounter. She—beguiling hooker draped in ruby satins-- flashes along Earth's silhouette doing hijinks across the skies dazzling frost crystals in riverbeds whispering to crackling ground to join her juicy dance-- then ripples on. We are shadow people stalking her by moonlight desirous of another glimpse as she rides the mountain ridges. We'll wait all night for one caress from her expanding waves of sheen. But she's a neon flirt who swirls and flares cavorting through celestial skies-- a good-time girl-- she soars alone. |
