From Booklist
Each poem in Kenvin's first collection seems to be a message from a survivor's heart. In a brief foreword, Carolyn Forche{} writes, "These poems are not about abuse . . . [they are instead] a glimpse of the mind at labor in the unknown." Kenvin's subjects range from "The Black Eye," from which she ironically conjures a beautiful image in a tragic scene, to oral sex, which is, in "Let My Mouth Take You," represented as both very erotic and scary. Her most moving poems concern her daughter as they engage the maddening love of a mother for her child, the wrenching pain of seeing that child suffer in an unkind world: in "My Daughter Is Sleeping," Kenvin lovingly, chillingly observes, "Her Body lies in a peel / Of skin. / Her neck is like the stem / Of a chrysanthemum, / Supple, brown, dead." Kenvin is an important new voice. Rau{£}l Nin{¤}o
