Raised Among Vultures


Raised Among Vultures is Molly Twomey's debut poetry collection.

Look, if we are going to do this,
know that I was raised among vultures.
— ‘Don’t pick me tulips’

Such bold injunctions announce a formidable new talent. In Molly Twomey’s spectacular, and frequently disturbing, debut seemingly nonchalant expressions of hard experience (‘Over coffee I tell you I slept with some guy’) meld with vivid imaginings. Excited hearts are ‘bumper cars’, a Coke is ‘a huge cup of starless sky’ and a radish is ‘a red grenade’. In this world of Tumblr, online group therapy, NA and Touch ID, Molly Twomey’s unflinching art chronicles a history of eating disorders and inner conflicts. These are frontline reports from the outposts of youth, ‘nights / spent drunk with boys we could barely remember, / would never forget.’

But Raised Among Vultures, while venturing that ‘It’s impossible to live without breaking someone’, is also a book about longing and lessons — ‘It took so long to learn that I won’t die / if I sleep in.’ In her first collection Molly Twomey breathes new life into Irish poetry.

'. . . a poet for a new Ireland, for a new post-Covid world' — Thomas McCarthy

Publication date: 12 May 2022
Details: 80pp
ISBN PBK: 978 1 91133 839 0
ISBN HBK: 978 1 91133 840 6

Cover: ‘The Reader’ (2021) by Diarmuid Breen, oil on canvas

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