Georgetown, KY, Finishing Line Press, 2019
Susan Yanos’ poems transform the daily work of farm life into sacrament and the earthly relations of husband and wife into liturgy. There is bitterness and blessing here, biting laughter and true wisdom earned through suffering. As she remarks about the birth of her daughter: “You slipped from me then / as you slip from me now / a blessing / a wound.” And this is a wounded book whose artfulness fulfills its obligation to both flesh and spirit, never falling prey to dualities or false hierarchies. Yanos walks a difficult, even dangerous path, because of her honesty, yet she does not abandon her “flesh-robing God” as she makes beauty from a weary and hurt world.
–Todd Davis, author of Native Species and Winterkill