Judith Wiker is a confessional poet, daring and eruptive, feeling the pulse of each moment teasing out that which moves ever so slightly, inlaying humor while gutting herself clean. She spirals through her visceral language with the rhythm that calls to mind a spiritual chant or a drumming laser intimating the spell has been cast, offering us a historical view of the moment, a window through which to understand how the power of language can hurl us unexpectedly, impaled by a word, a perspective, headlong into our own lives more intensely. Her poems are fresh and bravely original, fearless and unapologetic.