Annalee Kwochka’s Opening the Doors of the Temple cries and decries, the powerful, desolate person at the center of these poems a victim of wonder and woe. She’s right to invoke Sexton, Freud, and Kübler-Ross, to name the terms of her sentencing. And the poems are right as well—too right, down to the meanest enjambment, ‘Always so carefully / pieced together,’ and full of terror.

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