Woman of Property

<b>A Finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize <p/>A new book from a poet whose work is wild with imagination unafraid ambitious inventive (Jorie Graham)</b> <p/>Located in a menacing gothic landscape the poems that comprise <i>A Woman of Property</i> draw formal and imaginative boundaries against boundless mortal threat but as all borders are vulnerable this ominous collection ultimately stages an urgent and deeply imperiled boundary dispute where haunting illusion the presence of the past and disembodied voices only further unsettle questions of material and spiritual possession. This is a theatrical book of dilapidated houses and overgrown gardens of passageways and thresholds edges prosceniums unearthings and root systems. The unstable property lines here rove from heaven to hell troubling proportion and upsetting propriety in the name of unfathomable propagation. Are all the gates in this book folly? Are the walls too easily scaled to hold anything back or impose self-confinement? What won't a poem do to get to the other side?