Published by Antrim House Books in 2009, is available.
"Some poets produce highly polished and showy zirconium studded with many well-behaved commas. Susan Allison has created poems that seem to have become naturally what they are as diamonds emerge from carbon under pressure, not laid out on black velvet, but set in mother earth. Every place you've lived, you've had glimpses of the good life she tells us of, but not necessarily in the sort of dingy hole-in-the-wall where she finds it. And you have seen the legends the poet describes: the hobos full of emptiness, the suits full of themselves, the river that divides a continent, the body, noise and odor of a city. But as she lifts and turns these legends, you'll see them in a new light. You also know the war she rages against; but in these poems, that war shows new and frightening facets. Its victims include a child harangued by a landlord and an old woman beleaguered by her 'betters' as she struggles to carry groceries to her tenement apartment." - John Basinger, poet