Hallie Fogarty’s poems in CARAPACE are attentive to detail, drawing careful focus to simple moments often passed over. Fogarty shows familiar images under a new lens: little holes seen in the sidewalk are spaces once occupied by living things, caterpillars carried out of the yard are riding on a “magic carpet” of paper, ladybugs infesting the narrator’s office are not a nuisance but a potential family being separated through their removal.
These poems are alive with a sense of motion in nature, a presence evoked through Fogarty’s use of pleasant sounds in lines like “Floral action energizes / frenetic and unfounded” and “Irises undress themselves.” These images linger in the mind; Fogarty paints for us a world full of lush color and living things coexisting.
This harmony is juxtaposed against the narrator’s internal struggle to feel confident of the care they exhibit against their habitual “straying / from being comforted.” The narrator grapples with their feelings of “malice.” This strife is strong in my favorite poem of CARAPACE, “Calling Things What They Are.” Here the narrator describes a “fucked up bug,” before expressing guilt over assigning it this label: “I flinch at my bringing an audience for its humiliation.” In a poem of long sentences, Fogarty writes a short final sentence, drawing emphasis to the narrator’s furthered feeling of guilt, stating “It’s been dead the whole time.”
CARAPACE also showcases Fogarty’s illustrations, accompanying the poems to amplify their messaging. The narrator’s attempt to return the bodies of dried worms to the dirt, is coupled with a drawing of a worm wriggling in the corner of the page, an endearing image highlighting the narrator’s respect for these creatures. Fogarty takes care to illustrate the patterns of a moth’s wings, the spots of a ladybug, but leaves “Calling Things What They Are” without illustration. This leaves the reader to find the image of the bug through the narrator’s criticism of it, heightening the sense of guilt in this poem, while allowing the image to morph as the narrator revises their judgment of the bug: “the bug is smaller, sadder, its bullet body less horrifying now.”
CARAPACE ends in a poem of hope, “Cocoon.” Fogarty has created a narrator who worries about their capacity to hurt, while extending care to the small beings around them. “Cocoon,” brings a realistic and cathartic ending to CARAPACE, interspersing observations of the world with ways the narrator is taking care of themself. Fogarty writes about this journey to accept the self with “I find myself filling my own shoes, letting my fingers freeze if it means I can stay with the leaves a minute more.”
Fogarty’s poems in CARAPACE are tender and evocative, creating vibrant images of external and internal worlds. The mundane is repainted as something worthy of attention, the bugs are beings capable of creating connections, and the narrator finds space to reconcile and accept themself.
by Reynie Zimmerman
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