Poems imbued with a rueful, self-deprecating humour about how delusions frighten while they enlighten.<BR><BR>These poems are short meditations that explore an emotional counterpoint where hope and doubt collide and where the familiar present is only an echo of some past loss. Moreover, questions arise: How can we be certain of what we really know? Why does the reverie of reality seem so strange in the recklessness of our everyday lives?<BR><BR><EM>Not The First Thing I?ve Missed</EM> captures the debris and encumbrances of such questions with a healthy humour and a wicked sense of ownership. These poems distill the upheaval that comes when delusion and reality merge and comment on the resulting residue of self-examination. MacEoin?s insights provide a catalyst for readers who want to know what happens to people in the aftermath of such a struggle, and also offer an immediate empathy for those with similar experiences.<BR><BR>"The more I have read of Fionncara?s work, the more I have come to admire her for continuing to make me feel a bit uneasy and alert and humble. She has an edgy, lyrical voice full of disdain, despair, love and light focused on things and people that matter. She is a writer to watch, for sure."<BR>? John Lent<BR>?These poems are as much mini short-stories as they are quirky and biting minimalist observations on contemporary living. Offering compassion, unexpected insight and humour, MacEoin transforms sadness and despair into a catalogue of memories of survival. These are stories we didn?t know we wanted, no needed, to hear." ? Priscila Uppal