In and with these poems, Cundiff and Schreiner offer us, and one
another, a sheltered exquisite conversation that encompasses the
tangled narrative of love and other things less easy to announce or
acknowledge. It catches and attaches in a fractal, organic way,
melancholy and exultant, factual and defiant, gravid from the
exploration of the secrets of the dark body, private and intimate and
universal. You could peer through the window, but the vine-covered
door is neither locked nor unduly difficult to find. I recommend that
you walk in, pour some wine, and straightforwardly celebrate.
-Susan T. Adams
