What Wolves Eat: Poems --- Patrick O'Reilly | Numéro Cinq
Patrick O'Reilly is a bonafide discovery. I met him in an undergraduate senior projects creative writing class at St. Thomas University in Fredericton. He was wearing a tweed suit. With his mustache and parted hair, he looked a bit like pictures of E. M. Forster --- Edwardian, an aesthete. He is from Newfoundland. His poems have an Irish registry, something in the rhythm, phrasing and diction. That gives him a glorious air, an authority. You've never read anything quite like this. Biblical, epic, dramatic, hammers and tongs, surgical phrasing. You just wish he'd go on.
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