nCameron McGill's debut collection of poetry, In the Night Field, spotlights the effects of memory: its startling artistry, varied discontents, and casual fallibility. These poems chart the complex relationship between mental health and place; the difficult paths home can be lonely and circuitous, the emotional coordinates we map along the way a reminder of those intimate regions that hold and haunt us. These can be isolating passages, but are just as often fertile: I walk further each day toward the strange / austerity my heart makes of reason.

Between the attentive, persistent self and the longed-for, absent other arises a fragmented conversation, an exchange that's in a constant state of arrival. As McGill shows us, memories are a corrective, carrying back to us occasions for instruction, reconciliation, or in those astonishing flashes of clarity, what again hopes to be loved. nPoetry. Cameron McGill's debut collection of poetry; IN THE NIGHT FIELD; spotlights the effects of memory: its startling artistry; varied discontents; and casual fallibility.

These poems chart the complex relationship between mental health and place; the difficult paths home can be lonely and circuitous; the emotional coordinates we map along the way a reminder of those intimate regions that hold and haunt us. These can be isolating passages; but are just as often fertile: I walk further each day toward the strange / austerity my heart makes of reason. Between the attentive; persistent self and the longed-for; absent other arises a fragmented conversation; an exchange that's in a constant state of arrival.

As McGill shows us; memories are a corrective; carrying back to us occasions for instruction; reconciliation; or in those astonishing flashes of clarity; what again hopes to be loved. nPoetry. Cameron McGill's debut collection of poetry; IN THE NIGHT FIELD; spotlights the effects of memory: its startling artistry; varied discontents; and casual fallibility. These poems chart the complex relationship between mental health and place; the difficult paths home can be lonely and circuitous; the emotional coordinates we map along the way a reminder of those intimate regions that hold and haunt us.

These can be isolating passages; but are just as often fertile: I walk further each day toward the strange / austerity my heart makes of reason. Between the attentive; persistent self and the longed-for; absent other arises a fragmented conversation; an exchange that's in a constan