little dark is a hybrid collection of poems and prose threaded together by an act of memoir. Here
Brennan ruminates about “being” in the world, about her particular “self” through the tiny, distorted and
often occluded aperture of memory. These poems have as their obsession “seeing” and “looking” and
the failure of these acts to reveal anything definitive about our lives; instead little dark affirms mystery,
the dissolution of boundaries between the seen and unseen (or forgotten) world.
“My room beaming in the dark I began my journey as if / Trees were furniture…”