Poetry. "WRECK ME is a primer of emotional violence—a primer because, as these unassumingly gorgeous poems know so well, we can only be beginners when we confront our wish to be seized, transported, remade. The violence within us is everywhere in dialogue with the violence without, but nothing is romanticized here, not the wish to be wrecked, not the wish to wreck; the body is a metaphor for nothing. The language of these poems is nonetheless like the body—familiar, mysterious, vulnerable, strange. 'We love / that ravishment,' says Sally Ball of what we simultaneously fear and crave, 'we trust it.' These poems are ravishing."—James Longenbach
"WRECK ME is an entrancing collection. From the first line to the last, we are tugged into a sensibility and a world as familiar as our own world, and as strange. Sally Ball leaves no line unelectrified. Each poem feels finely wrought and completely newborn, which is exactly the point of poetry."—Laura Kasischke
