A review by marginaliant
Our Lady of the Ruins: Poems by Traci Brimhall

2.0

Every time Brimhall writes one good line she follows it up with twelve lines of obtuse nonsense. She's working in traditions of post-Christian religious confusion but also in confusion about female trauma in the philosophical space, so if that appeals to you then you might like it more than I did. I feel like this was written to work through some of her own issues which, you know, respect, but I don't know why the reader is along for the ride.