hours inside out

"This book creates its own atmosphere. Isabella doesn't write 'about' the experience of disembodiment, but rather speaks directly from within the healing process. The poems don't stand away from trauma at a safe distance for detached commentary, nor are they anxious to explain themselves, why they dare take up space and attention. Lucid and fluid, this narrator melts between innocence and knowledge and back again, troubling the waters. You feel as though you're listening to the noises behind her wall, sensual in every sense of the word, or that there was never a wall in the first place. 'I was the open / door with no hinges or knobs / or frame'. Come in." —Rhiannon McGavin