It is with deep humility and gratitude that Virgogray Press has now released a new collection of poetry by Missouri poet, Mary B. Harrison. Beneath Our Feet has been a long time coming from Virgogray Press, and a production process that took longer than initially planned, the collection has finally arrived. I am pleased with the outcome, as Mary has expressed satisfaction, as well. It is a beautiful and sad collection of verse that really draws from life, but reflects it in snapshots of poetic expression. I am pleased to have this grouping of poetry, this body of art in the Virgogray Press library among the other gems of the underground and independent literary canon.
In Beneath our Feet, Mary B. Harrison’s poems are ghost-like snapshots, visual memories, history poetic as conveyed in the writer’s verse. Reflections at the evening of reality, Harrison’s poetry is a force of nostalgia behind a quiet, yet sharp voice. Astounding visions, moments weighted with sadness and notes of depression, the memories in a life of loss. Whether the curse of longevity, or good fortune, Beneath our Feet is a solemn account, a creative vision sculpted by the poetry of the thought-full poet deeply interred in her craft as readers witness through her movie reel instances of poetic imagery and detail. Still, this collection is a brief candle, a respite poignant and deliberate, a noted sharing by a poet brave and skilled, a lucid withdrawal into the whispers of fine literature.