The Scabbard of Her Throat

Poetry. The poems in Bernadette Geyer's THE SCABBARD OF HER THROAT are saturated by touch: fingers on a throat, hand on a door, wasp, clasped to a cicada's back, fever to bodies, daughters to mothers, mythologies to linoleum. Her lines soothed, they bruised, they entered my ear and held.--Cornelius Eady