Hannah Bonner's Another Woman is a meditation on the body, love, and desire. The speaker asks, "When did I first define solitude as standing adjacent to objects without touching?" The poems provide answers in their lush and elegant language from the natural world, to the bedroom, each season's slip falling to the naked floor. What is ruin to the already ruined, the claimed female body? To be the "other woman" is to be another woman "walking into the world with her palms open, accepting nothing but the fire." Another Woman will leave you breathless, "close to breaking." -Diannely Antigua, author of Ugly Music and Good Monster

A book of eros and "wild risk," Hannah Bonner's spellbinding debut, Another Woman, conjures "a water so febrile it is almost fire." In the aftermath of the end of a love affair, Bonner's speaker wonders tenderly about "every startled animal" and what it means to be a woman in the world when carnality gives way to grief, shining starlight on the shadows to reveal the white peaches of "white lies" and knowledge in the face of pain. The speaker in her fever dream takes us deeper into her desire: a dizzying phantasmagory where stars are feet flung out of windows as the "sun kicks its heels" over the empty storefronts and fields of Arkansas. I am grateful for Bonner's fiercely intimate lyrics of womanhood, sexuality, loss, relief, and survival. Another Woman is hauntingly mesmerizing with poems of searing beauty, stellar power, and lyrical grace. -Carlie Hoffman, author of This Alaska

I've been waiting for Hannah Bonner's debut book, Another Woman, for years, and it does not disappoint. A poet of the loud in the quiet, Bonner's poems are beautiful and exacting, and they don't shy away from penetrating self-reflection. I admire Bonner's bravery on the page; in a poem of parting, entitled, "Triumph," the poet writes, "Sometimes I am all of it: / sound, beauty, hunger." Another Woman explores all the others we inhabit in trying to become who we are, moving ultimately to a place of wonder-and love-for the self. -Lynn Melnick, author of I've Had to Think Up a Way to Survive: On Trauma, Persistence, and Dolly Parton

With her exquisitely sensual and razor-sharp debut collection Another Woman, Hannah Bonner has written "another kind of body." Pulse, gasp, tangle, flare-Bonner does not hesitate to say Yes again and again-to the shimmering natural world, to the past and present, to the body's orchard, to desire for its own sake. Invoking other women from Dido to Mary, Bonner's magnetic poems alchemize loss into love and offer new light to past lives. These poems hang on the "delicate thread between tenderness and terror," exploding judgments, expectations, and the familiar boundaries of a self. These poems quicken and ache, hunger and heal, blossom and bark. The broken heart has never made such a startling garden. The moment I finished Another Woman I immediately began again, never wanting to finish. -Elizabeth Metzger, author of Lying In

In this brutal, astounding collection, Bonner casts "relief across a blameless ground" like seeds begging for growth. In verse that punctures with sparse, aching specificity, Bonner writes with the fervor of a beast under threat: attentive, bare-toothed, unyielding. Like the quaking aftermath of a good fuck, these poems hum an ecstatically offbeat song I never want to be rid of. This is a debut so violent in its beauty, one can't help but tremble, open-mouthed like prey, before it. -Spencer Williams, author of TRANZ