The Same Amount of Ink " says a wife to

" says a wife to her husband

which is the ink did not transfer smoothly to the paper

Bill Yarrow continues to push the boundaries of modern poetry and the results are always astounding

and find solutions for peace

Lynne Potts displays a deft lyrical hand in The Relentless Pronoun

The Same Amount of Ink " says a wife toSusan 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,