Lorraine Carey is of Donegal. Her poetry displays both the durability and the brittleness of Donegalâ€™s granite and flint clad landscape. Trust me, as you explore this extraordinary collection, you will not come away unscathed. Great boulders of verbs and craggy nouns will stop you in your tracks: poems will sidetrack you through fissures and areas of pitting and darkness that will often prove uncomfortable but their quality will mesmerise you. This is a collection that, like polished slabs of granite, will prove to be unique.
Poetry, for me, is a conversation with oneself. As such, a good poet is the ultimate truth teller because it is difficult to lie to oneself. Lorraine Carey is a very good poet. She is unflinching in confronting bleak memories that lesser poets would blot out or simply be unable to face:
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