Heather Minette’s Half Light, release announcement

A few months ago, poet Heather Minette, a former contributor to {isacoustic*}, asked if myself and our revolving editors might take a look at Half Light– her unpublished second book of poems. The hope was to maybe have a few of the poems accepted for publication on-site and in volume fourth of {isacoustic*}, and to see if the work warranted an advance blurb or review. After reading the work, it seemed to us that perhaps within this Half Light was an act of direction, a phantom compass. As such, we approached Minette about publishing the book via {isacoustic*}, and from there we prayed for the blessed north.

While waiting to hear, I read the book a few more times and felt my seeing needed some saying, and so wrote the following reflection on the book:
As a child, I told my mother the alphabet was broken after I’d seen it, for the first time, written down. Something about it, there, all in one place. Also, I wouldn’t hold my breath in front of my action figures. I tell you these, here, because it seems necessary to repeat them as is, as summoned, in my reading of Heather Minette’s Half Light. These are poems of ash and glyph. Of men who believe cigarette over bridge and of women who sculpt faces that their own might become unstuck. These are stories, really. Cloaked urgencies. The statuesque inevitable. I saw things in this book and looked from them to see myself, in the mirror, answering a telephone. Minette fashions spirituals for the plainly dressed and has an eye, not only for detail, but for detail’s double. In Half Light, death has only ever happened once, and is resurrection’s safe space. In Half Light, Minette is six years old, nine years old, thirteen years old, and then born knowing age has nowhere to leave its mark. How does one flee exodus? Or record the unnoticed blip of reckoning? How is the firefly not more known for its time spent as darkness? I didn’t read it here, but remembered, while here, that I read, elsewhere…how mail carriers don’t believe in the afterlife. Minette conjures first, responds later. This is a patient language. This, an abbreviated yearning. A father goes from storyteller to jokester because, when laughing, we all weigh the same. If there is mourning, there is also the chance to rename the toothless mermaid identified by her hair. If there is a passing, there is also a poet who knows that loss is, at best, a ghostwriter. Minette knows what she’s doing. To read this book is to haunt its absence.
We at {isacoustic*} have yet to find our way, but we are humbled and happy to release and announce the publication of Half Light by Heather Minette. Please consider getting a copy…it is such a great book. I believe in it like I believe in belief.

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