‘Out of My Hands’ by Megan Hunter

Also in fragments, ‘Out of My Hands’ is gorgeous, and gappy, as if the text is occupying the fissures, the rare spaces found in between the motherwork. It brings together the reverie and the broken in a form that is at times sumptuous and at times unnerving.

In The White Review, No. 21, March 2018

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