Publisher's Synopsis
"In the Basilisk, Rick Mullin offers a quarantine diary with poems dating back to 2017. A spirit of interiority prevails. Yet in these 15-line sonnets, one will find the heart of a doomed clown, the terrible eye of an airborne hawk, and the sweeping gesture of an empire in decline. Lockdown is a metaphor after the fact, constraint a paradox in poems that confess a peculiar faith in memory's hidden design"--.