Fanny Howe's new collection One Crossed Out, presents a portrait
painted from the inside of the life of a homeless woman. The poems speak
in the voice of May, the girl crossed out, the bad girl, the mad and
drunk girl, the jailed and drugged girl. May is swirling in language,
and the language convinces us that we really are deep in the core of a
human consciousness, near the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. May
is a neonomad, bringing to the world the opposite of worldliness,
offering a glimpse of the invisible.