She Sat But Not Still

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The poems in Carol Moog's latest collection </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She Sat But Not Still</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> pulse with ferocious vulnerability emerging unbidden with an intense desire for connection. Moog takes readers on a visceral violent and frequently feral wander through the wilds and sadness of isolation while carving the footpath to intimacy. Her poetry lays bare both tenacious self-reflection and willingness to be transformed through the fire of her own pen. </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She Sat But Not Still</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is an animalistic transformation clawing from mire to meadow out of swirling blackness / into sunshine.</span></p>