CARAPACE creates “vibrant images of external and internal worlds,” a review by Reynie Zimmerman

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

–&tp

“A cohesive collection that centralizes hope, fate, security, and identity exploration in an ever-changing world”: A review of CARAPACE by guest editor Jade Driscoll

In CARAPACE, Hallie Fogarty observes the world and its complexities through interactions with and comparisons to bugs. From the shock of a nameless long-dead bug, to the uncertain hope of a dried-up worm returning to wet grass and life, to the indiscernible beauty of the largest moth in North America, Fogarty’s poems showcase how large and layered our existence is when we slow down or stop to acknowledge it. The speaker of the poems enters the collection on the precipice of self-discovery–“I’ve been restless, without sleep… / …craving / everything, nothing, new“–and leaves the readers with a self-acceptance obtained through realizing you are a growing, undefinable part of the natural world, too–“I anatomize myself, my moving body… I hold space for the numerous beings within me, the capable vessel of my body.”

I had the privilege of guest editing Fogarty’s manuscript and seeing it grow from a draft to a cohesive collection that centralizes hope, fate, security, and identity exploration in an ever-changing world. Just as the poems’ speaker(s) pick up on and pick apart the smallest details of the world around them, Fogarty brought each poem to its fullest potential by honing in on even the smallest components of each poem–the presence of a semicolon, where to place a line break, which sound(s) to emphasize in a line, how to make a title carry more of a poem’s weight. Fogarty’s willingness to experiment with several different versions of a line, title, or full poem exemplify her commitment to each individual poem, and I believe the final poems in this collection speak for themselves in showcasing Fogarty’s abilities.

Fogarty’s voice especially shines in the scattered prose poems of the collection, each detailing a subtle Joycean epiphany–the nuances of protecting something that does not or cannot understand that you are protecting it; the fear of the unknown or misunderstood, and the jarring reality of finally coming to see things as they truly are; the realization that you can change and grow without erasing the person (or people) you once were. “Calling Things What They Are” is an especially stand-out poem, which features the speaker encountering a “giant, ugly bug on the concrete sidewalk” and immediately becoming fascinated with its grotesqueness. As the speaker brings someone else over to “bask in its ugliness, its horror,” they instead realize “the bug is smaller, sadder, its bullet body less horrifying now”–and, devastatingly, that the bug had been dead all along. The poem asks readers to sit with the discomfort of realizing you have hurt, discredited, or invalidated something you misunderstood from the very beginning.

Other standout poems in the collection include “August,” “Protection,” and “Cocoon.”

Purchase a copy of CARAPACE by Hallie Fogarty on the And Then Shop, debuting April 4, 2025!

Introducing our second chapbook: CARAPACE by Hallie Fogarty

And Then Publishing’s second chapbook project will be available for purchase on April 4, 2025!

Three adjectives I might use to describe Hallie’s poetry are spiritual, painterly, and soft. To be more specific by way of metaphor and simile, Hallie’s poetry is spiritual in the way that the universe is dark and endless, filled with sparkling heavenly bodies, and burningly cold. Her poems’ syntax feels to me like confident brushstrokes of bright color that reveal the whole painting only when you back away from the canvas. The themes of her work are soft in the way that skillfully poured concrete feels like silk. If you couldn’t tell, I’m a fan.

I met Hallie in 2022 when I toured her around Miami’s campus before she committed to our MFA program. Hallie has singularly challenged and supported my relationship to poetry more than any other person has, as graduate students, friends, and collaborators. She supported &TP from the very start, and even became an early reader and reviewer of our first chapbook project. It’s my genuine honor to host some of Hallie’s poetry (she is a prolific writer and reader, a true force to be reckoned with–just look at her bookstagram, @ teddysreads) here at And Then Publishing.

CARAPACE by Hallie Fogarty is, in short, a chapbook about bugs. Crawly bugs, ugly bugs, fuzzy bugs, lonely, smelly, worthlessly alive and stubbornly dead bugs. The poems’ speaker is helplessly aware of these bugs. In “Lying in Wait” and “Calling Things as They Are,” the speaker is disturbed by the fact that they are unable to look away from bug corpses, and at other times, they are in awe of the bugs’ liveliness, individuality and significance, as in “Elm” and “Cecropia Moth.” In turn, the speaker is disgusted by their own imperfect existence and disinterested in life, “Any entity worth discussing:/ disgusting, distrusting, disowned,” and yet deeply moved by the bugs’ perseverance and their own, “Even though/ the beautiful and strange make the pain more unbearable,/ I am one of the lucky ones: I no longer want to die.”

I think this chapbook makes a perfect transition from the death-like hibernation of winter to the strained and battered breaking of spring. As midwesterners, our winters are long and desperate and our springs–if we can even call them that–are never without its tribulations for people and nature, but the survivors emerge.

I hope you’ll check out CARAPACE for yourself soon!

Yours,
&tp

The New Year & Expectations

Happy New Year! We’re now a few days into 2024, and 2023 gave me so much to be grateful for. Most specially, it gave me And Then Publishing, and it gave me you!

Thank you to all who started this journey alongside me. Thank you to all who followed us on Instagram; to all who celebrated the release of our first chapbook, Awaken, with us and to all who purchased a copy; to those who kept up with us on YouTube and followed our WordPress blog; and anyone who jumped on board at any point in the adventure. I’m so excited to accompany you into 2024!

2023 offered me so many blessings in other aspects of my life as well. In 2023, I successfully defended my Masters thesis and graduated from Miami University with my Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. It was difficult to move on from a program I was so deeply involved with and cared so much about. I’m thankful that it prepared me well for my next step in my career—I started in the fall as an Associate Lecturer in the Blugold Seminar at the University of Wisconsin Eau Claire teaching rhetoric, which I really enjoy!
(Shout out to my UWEC colleagues who have asked me about &TP, I appreciate you!)

Like many others, I am always excited about the fresh perspective and hope for the shiny new year, yet daunted by the weight of possibility and expectations. And Then Publishing is still not quite a year old (we launched in late April) and I’m struggling with the high expectations I have for myself and the micropress. Social media algorithms, small business gurus, and bigger presses with employees and investors make me feel like &TP had to be constantly relevant, constantly producing. I am so proud of everything we’ve done so far, and I want to make more books and other products for you all to enjoy and share—and I promise we will!—but my life was full steam ahead this year, and all of the pressure and responsibilities and dreams I had for &TP built up. My ideas stayed as seeds and couldn’t get enough water and sunlight to grow into something I felt comfortable sharing.

Struggling with my own hesitations as a result of being an inexperienced new small business owner and bookmaker squashed a lot of my excitement to create. To be honest, I wrote several drafts of a post sharing with you all that I had gotten a teaching position and that the press would be moving will me from Leelanau County to Wisconsin never saw the light of day. How does it affect my business that my “Leelanau County-based micropress” was no longer physically located in Michigan? Does my branding change, does it alter my audience? I had so many ideas for zines and smaller publications, but what if people aren’t interested? I didn’t have the answers.

I realize now, maybe because of the light shining off of the bright new year or simply because of the passage of time, that there’s no way to find those answers unless I charge head on and try stuff out. There’s no way to know how my audience feels unless I share things with them, with you. There’s no way to grow unless I stop hesitating; I have to keep creating, keep making decisions. Not everything I do will be right or perfect, which is difficult for me to realize, but that’s reality. And I’d much rather live alongside And Then Publishing in reality than keep us stifled in my dreams.

So here’s to the new year and for auld lang syne! I hope you’ll have the courage to make mistakes and the permission to create. Thank you for being here with us now, before, and in the future.

with love,
&tp

On publishing & choosing the name of this press

This micro press was dreamt up in the MFA workshop I had my first year with fantastic poet, performer, and professor cris cheek. They asked our workshop to make little books for our end-of-semester assessment. I remember thinking at first why I would want to make a book of my own work, how it was any different than turning in the standard portfolio at the end of workshop. A bunch of my work through the semester printed on paper, stapled, and handed in, right?

Once I got started on the project, I may not have immediately recognized that I wanted to start my own press, but I knew I had definitely found a new passion that I wanted to invest time and energy into. cris let us borrow a handy book template of theirs, and god was it challenging! I didn’t realize that I’d be folding the pages into quarters, and in order to do that some of your text needed to be upside down—the margins are so finicky, where do you put the page numbers, do I use page numbers? I had so many font choices! And then, I had to think about the cover art and how to make twelve of the little things… it was the most fun I had that semester. I bought a little bookmaking set online and sat on my bedroom floor using a book spine and a bone folder to get perfect creases. Poked holes in the crease with an awl and sewed it with wax string. I knew none of this stuff, had none of these skills a few weeks prior. The cherry on top was designing a cover—it turned out to be one of the first pieces of realistic digital art that I was really proud of.

As all creative writers know, titling stuff really sucks. I went with “Frog Songs” because a good handful of the poems in the book referenced frogs and I thought it sounded cute. Some of my peers thought I was channeling Mary Oliver’s “Dog Songs,” which I was not, but I don’t mind that they share the same headspace for some people. And at the end of all this, I handed out my copies to my peers and in return received copies of their little books—now I have a collection of work from the poets I worked with my first year of my MFA at Miami University, and I thought that was really, really cool.

Isabella Gross with her first handmade book, titled Frog Songs, seated in a courtyard in spring.
Me & my first “baby,” a little collection called “Frog Songs.”

In undergrad, I figured that I could break into that vague and daunting world of “publishing” with my English degree if I wanted to, if an handful of other things didn’t go my way. When you’re a curious and loud-mouthed English student like I was, you ask a lot of questions to your professors and visiting writers about publishing, like does publishing mean the writing part, editing part, the bookmaking part, or the marketing part? Do you get to pick what you do when you work in publishing and change it if you get bored? Do writers get to decide how they want the book to look? Do you have to live in New York City? To be honest, the answers were also fairly vague, which I guess contributes to that shroud of mystery that surrounds the publishing industry. From what I gathered, publishing is a profession with a high burnout rate; you mostly work in one department doing one thing and even though you could potentially move from one department to another, you’re still doing one thing at a time, be it editing, designing, or marketing; that writers don’t get hardly any say in how their books look, when they’re published, and what they get out of the deal; that all of this is more difficult considering my specialization is poetry; and that yeah, if you don’t want to work from your couch every day, New York is sort of the place to be. My general reaction to all of this was, um, that’s not exactly what I was hoping you’d say.

I started making books as a kid, like so many of us do. It’s all too easy to forget how easy and fun it is to write and draw and staple or tie the pages together and put it on the shelf, show it to your grandma. cris explained to us that they had started a press at nineteen publishing their friends’ work, and I was shocked. You mean, you can just publish people? Whatever work you like? By yourself? Turns out that the short answer is yes, you can do that. What I’m doing here is more complicated than making a book out of crayons and tape, but honestly, it’s even more fun.

And then, I asked a few more questions, did a little bit of internet research—& friends, here we are. Before you can make a website and an Instagram and put out a book, though, you gotta have a name. I had a nice little list going, but one stood out easily above the others:

The creative process, a series of ideas connected by, “And then I could try…”

Our best secrets and stories go, “And then…” 

A poet and an artist, and then she tried making a little book.

Maybe it also speaks to the question I’m asking myself now, when the press is just getting going. A lifetime in school—a degree in English and then an MFA, and then what?

And then this. This and then more things.

— &ap