I have admired the work of Shara McCallum for years, since I published her poem "Dear History" in Mid-American Review—and even before, when I noticed her work appearing on the scene. (Time flies! I realize a decade and a half have passed since that time.) Her work has always stood out—from the page, from the submission pile—for the light and air that moves through it. I was not disappointed with the poems in Madwoman, a collection that has earned my very highest recommendation and praise.