Reckless women inhabit the spaces of these poems: women who dare to travel without maps or "even a single sign," women who dare the seduction of cliff edge leaps into deadly waters. When Frey considers the pain reckilessness causes to others, she returns to the source that impels a reckless nature. There she finds women who challenge the empty spaces of the pyschic frontier, women who "toss their clothes from the balcony and havve nothing to go home in." At times humorous, at times profound, this magical performance will keep the reader mesmerized with its infinite variety, intelligence and sheer imaginative fertility.

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