Farrah Field

"[N]ew Southern poetry in which Field lets loose a Calamity Jane-like voice loaded with screwball humor"? Not really. This book is much better than that. It is dark, disturbing, and, yes, funny, but in more of a knock-wood, cast-an-uneasy-glance-over-your-shoulder-in-the-graveyard kind of way. A flavor of what I'd call modern Southern gothic.

The description of this collection, "new Southern poetry in which Field lets loose a Calamity Jane-like voice loaded with screwball humor" couldn't be further from its core. Rather, its underlying truth will wrench you wide awake.