Poetry.
MARGINAL.
Primal, not primitive.
Her clipped lyricism suits a scale that is galaxy big, including cigarettes and a thong.
Many of her lines read like 13-stroke Chinese characters in translation.
A pent-up-ness sweeps away grammar.
She sees beyond the senses and beyond sentences.
She writes most lines as independent units in a collage poetics, yet the self-aware passions of her unconscious conjure a pagan abandon. "Tracey McTague treats words as marvels of nature and concentrates them.
Poetry