At once lush and barbed, these poems sweep the reader into a brand new world in their own American backyard. Scary, sensuous, laden with quiet inconspicuous sound devices that create ghostly afterimages of rhyme. A riveting introspection into the dark psychological underbelly of feminine sacrifice. The narrative that is teased out invites repeated readings and brand new words are stitched together, Frankenstein like, from words I thought I knew. This has opened my mind to the kind of fantasies that can be created in poetry. There’s nothing like this. It’s a delicious thrill.