Of Women and Wings. The title could be misleading. After all, women: wings, butterflies… clichés that persist. But make no mistake. Nothing in this collection of poems of about sixty pages, written by two women, refers to anything already seen. Everything in it is new, inspiring, inspired. These women dare to speak their truth without restraint, without reserve. Bare. Wings, yes, to take flight, to gain height. To look at the world, at life, at others, at oneself with a salutary distance. To step back in order to better understand and learn. To learn how to live and to live with… or without. It depends.

Laurie N. Boucher and Alphée offer us an authentic and modern poetry. Personal and controlled. Not subdued, nor even tamed. But neither wild nor naïve. These unique and unprecedented verses, often grating like cries, will no doubt seize the reader in the place that calls out to them or that inhabits them. What is certain is that they will. In one way or another. Unless the reader resists what could, what should wound in order, ideally, to reach them “where its iron gnaws at them.”