The Same Amount of Ink When my daughter was born

When my daughter was born

" says a wife to her husband

Lynne Potts displays a deft lyrical hand in The Relentless Pronoun

" Patricia Caspers' poems flourish and grow by turning themselves undaunted to the light

The Same Amount of Ink When my daughter was bornSusan Berlins poems demand to be read from the first page to the last in one seemingly breathless sitting. Here the domestic is dangerous. This poet makes a music of loss and despair that catches us off guard. Her rhymes, rather than bringing closure or relief at a poems end, leave us vulnerable, a little wounded, recognizing our own sins of omission, the ways weve shut down to life. Berlin interrogates that numb place and, by the act of creation,