Huge thanks to Barbara H. Moore for this:
David McLean’s latest poetry collection “Forever Emma” is his best work to date. The poems scream unadulterated passion — reading like tortured fever dreams of obsession, madness, absolution, redemption.
Stripped to the bone, we find a love story — witnessing not only a fusion of selves but also a coming apart and a reassembling. We’re presented with a thirsty all-consuming love — a love beyond absences, a love beyond even death.
To quote McLean from the poem “she is insect”:
…she is madness in my disgraceful veins, the changeless divine that is Demonica the eternal dressed in words & torture; i am here to worship her, i am hers to murder
In the midst of his more graphic images of blood and flesh and scarred skin, McLean offers up images of sheer beauty that linger. The one that will stay with me for the longest time appears in the poem “gray.”
it is gray here & i love you – as if every child everywhere were playing a trumpet & nothing would ever happen again except you and i touching
Poetry doesn’t get much better than that.
Barbara H. Moore, Author of Dancing On Broken Glass