"In Reckless, Andrea MacPherson runs her finger along the serrated edges of femininity. Drawing 'words like blood, ' the poems probe the violence of inheritance--literary, sexual, historical--and masterfully conjure hard-won joy and camaraderie in its wake. The poet crafts a wild, resonant lyric that stitches together survival and pleasure, sewing up old wounds like embroidery." --Adèle Barclay, author of Renaissance Normcore

"Reckless is a brash collection of poems which chooses not to care what the naysayers think. These are poems of witness, of testament, of prayer, even, for too many kinds of death, for living in the body of a woman in a world not built for her, for everyday heartaches too big and unwieldy to comprehend with anything but a poem. Campfire-confessional, Reckless spills all the T in a rush, more than we think we should hear, with such generosity and trust, MacPherson leaves us feeling special, like we're the only bestie who was invited to listen." --Michael V. Smith, author of Soundtrack: A Lyric Memoir

"Reckless pierces through the onerous layers society imposes on women to get to the beating heart of what it means to be a girl, a mother, a lover, a best friend. These poems are sharp and soft, intimate and expansive, showing us the breadth of womanhood in the smallest and biggest of moments, in the words we speak and the ones we keep hidden." --Jen Sookfong Lee, author of The Hunger We Pass Down