Tenebrae

Tenebrae

“Mink Eyes” introduces us to Max McBride the novelist.  “Tenebrae” shows us another side of Max – the poet. The lead poem in this collection, “Tenebrae: A Memoir of Love and Death,” is a lovely bracelet of verse and prose poems that link brilliantly together in a gripping narrative and wrenching emotional journey through the illness and death of his wife. Other poems in the book – including several snapshot portraits of Max’s extended family under the title “The Irish in America” – reflect this same grappling with the fundamental issues of our lives – loss, change, growth, hope, despair and acceptance, reflecting throughout a compassionate embrace of the human condition. These are truly poems for the people – plain but exquisitely crafted, direct as a dagger, and expressed in a language that is both elegant and easy to understand at the same time. They reach from the heart to the heart.

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From the Foreword by Matthew Lippman
Author of The New Year of Yellow, Monkey Bars, Salami Jew, and American Chew:

“Max McBride is a visionary poet. His series of poems, Tenebrae: A Memoir of Love and Death … grapples with the death of his wife. In these poems he takes the reader on the journey that his wife endured, and he with her, in her wrenching passage from life to death.

… What he has created is astonishing. There is a humanity at the core of these pieces that shakes the reader to the bone. They are moving. They are elegiac. They are celebratory … they are the human heart in a singular and authentic voice. McBride’s poetry is … playful, intelligent, of the personal and the universal simultaneously … they are completely of us, for us, the world at large.”

“… magical, haunting, and utterly sublime …”
“… heartbreaking and exquisite …”

Excerpt from “Quills”

“I see you both far from me and near.
Barely more than children when we met,
First semester freshmen,
A drunken evening in our college town,
Two deluded porcupines,
Hoping our quills were feathers.

So it began, love’s desperate battle,
You of the imperious will,
‘Sheriff’ as I took to calling you,
The girl who tossed
Your old boyfriend’s cloddish wing-tipped shoes
Right out the car window.

I, a beast with no trust or clue
Why one so beautiful
Would bother with one such as me.
Chestnut eyes in Modigliani face,
Bare legs in miniskirt,
Auburn hair flowing down your back,
False eyelashes and nails,
Big dark circles of mascara.”

 

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