Black Moss Press, 1991.
In her new book of poems, Rosemary Sullivan writes about our compulsion to read our lives as fiction. We feel panic when we can’t find any logic to the narrative. The poems are meditations on love, travel, friendship—we are trajectories, which other lives cross through, apprehensible only in passing. Blue Panic confronts hard realities; yet, if there is any meaning to this life narrative, the poet insists it is only to be discovered with an open heart and enough love.
