Raw, confessional, and often messy,
Terrarium
continues Matthew Walsh's exploration of Queer identity and desire against the lonely highs and lows of depression and addiction.
In this new collection, Walsh begins where their debut collection,
These are not the potatoes of my youth
, left off. Writing in their trademark conversational style, Walsh wanders from Toronto parkettes "with remnants of magnolia leaves" to California, "a long/black cocktail dress the night lights/amethyst and citrine against the arm/muscle of the sea," their voice intimate and exposed, a whisper between friends or lovers.
And then, when they ruminate on influences and themes as diverse as the poetry of Frank O'Hara and Gwendolyn MacEwen, the vagaries of Instagram, and the reimagination of Miss Havisham in a Toronto bathhouse, they offer readers the opportunity to think deeply or laugh loudly, reaching out to close the gap between us.