why i travel alone

The poems in why i travel alone are sad, side-splittingly funny, quietly angry vignettes that every woman who has lived a certain amount of life (warts and all) will appreciate and relate to. Here's the thing: as ferocious as the speaker in these poems is on the page, she is shy and we all know how the world can talk over a thoughtful and humble person. If you've ever been screwed over by a lover, ever felt the terror and elation of sudden and imposed independence or the tedium of casual sex then you will laugh, roll your eyes in recognition and rage (albeit quietly) along with these poems.