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Leanne McIntosh's poems respond to the prose she has chosen from thirty years of private correspondence, journals and articles from Jack Sproule, her friend of many decades, a Catholic priest, now retired. Dark Matter is about the allure of conversation and what is sparked between speaker and listener. This is a book about rocks and flowers blooming, about the shape of language, about finding a place with another person “where it’s safe for everyone/to open their eyes." It’s about philosophical, religious, personal thought, and we are invited to “listen, listen as though the moon/has just pressed her face/against ours.” The foreword is by Jock McKeen. “For me, this is true art, evoking responses in me that prompt spiritual responses. I am stirred in the wellsprings of my deepest imaginings.”