The Dusk Rapture, by Annie McManness

Poetry, chapbook, 16 pages, from Bottlecap Features.

Should a girl go to East Texas, she’d see many signs and wonders: megachurches, drive-thrus, long-forgotten memories discoloring the edges of the mind. Eventually, she’d wander into the most canonical of Texan events: the incandescent dusk and dawn of a cotton candy sky.

Enter, dear traveler, into a pilgrimage of the soul. Read between the lines, and you’ll find the journey is a rapture, a sign, a wonder. Should a girl go to East Texas, she’d run amok in the mystic haze cast by the porch light. The Dusk Rapture is a meander through divinity and humidity, told through the mind of a girl who is, all the while, daydreaming herself into transcendence. Herein, a dream of God glimmers just beyond the heatwave highway.

Annie McManness is a student of the transfiguration of suffering—the innermost symptomologies of the soul. Sometimes she studies this in poetry. Mostly, she studies this in people.