"You know you can't know its secrets," Allison Joseph tells us in Blue Streak. Dark, quick, and painfully raw, Joseph's poems stalk like a heron: beautiful but sharp, ready to pounce, to pull out the meat of our minds and take us to her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams - her nightmares, and the horrible dreams of her characters. Her gorgeous turns of phrase will also be like that heron, soaring and spearing into the deep night. "Listen, her words are more than beautiful."
