The mostly nameless poems in Left Over, Moolman's sixth collection, are hard to crack at first. Sense emerges from the whole, rather than the constituent parts.
A bleak narrative unfolds the story of a mind adrift in a body that requires from both narrator and reader absolute attention.
The feeling of containment within skin, set off against the boundary-less flapping into madness of the mind, is intensely and carefully carried through the whole work. Progression hides inside the repetition that manifests itself in each poem in the corporeal.
Moolman uses simple, exact language to delve into abysses where the usual boundaries between inside and outside, between body and mind, should exist. The reader's fine attention and engagement are required, and richly rewarded.
(Published in Cape Times)