Selfishness was what I had in mind when I began reading Fire On Her Tongue, not because I expected to find egoistic poets but because I wanted to escape my own concerns. I intended to immerse myself in the ideas, forms, words, and language of poetry by women. I hoped for a panoply of experience—sadness and happiness, loss, love, ritual, and absurdity—wrapped in innovation, fragile pairings, and surprising meanderings. Fire On Her Tongue is a major collection of poems by women who deftly navigate the fine-lined nets of moments and times, like Gloria Burgess’ “The Open Door” (epigraph: for my ancestors and our children). . .
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