ultraviolet

You’re on a brief plateau, a diagnosis rising with the sun, a summit you can’t come down from, snow-blind, hypothermic in the Himalayas, and me a new sherpa, but by the time I reach you and I will reach you I’ll be dead myself.

In Ultraviolet, time splinters, teacups explode and two young brothers wrestle in their childhood bedroom. Like a hot, quick strike of lightning, Colin McGuire illuminates the shock of losing his brother to cancer. Strange, tender, darkly ironic and infused with a bittersweet nostalgia, these poems explore family, illness, grief, splintered memory and the limits of self-help speak. Ultraviolet light is undetectable to almost all human eyes. In turn, these poems traverse the otherwise undetected moments that go on to transform us.

A Little Betty pamphlet.