Contradicting the generalization of poetic introversion, this is a social book of poems. Adèle Barclay’s debut If I Were In a Cage I’d Reach Out For You hungers for interpersonal connections. It features parties, cocktail recipes, social smoking, sex, new relationships, old relationships, friendships.
Singular brevities become eternal forms in play, in repetition. Serpentines are everywhere persistent. Look for them, one wants to say, expressed in river deltas or a snake surging through grass. We trace them idly with fingers on the skin of another body, our own, draw and dance them and so ice skating, that gorgeous and strange combination of drawing and dancing across a surface, whose physics requires curves, is composed of them.