PRAISES FOR A HOUSE IN ITS HUNGER

Jennifer Steele writes while meditating about the interior, the house as well as the relationship between things. Clothes and nature are touched upon, as is food observed in the hands of a mother. Steele’s long poem “House Guest” is the large mirror in the living room. It’s a poem with an extension chord keeping the reader plugged in until the end. “I told you not to love me, like this” are Steele’s words of caution to the reader who reads too fast. A HOUSE IN ITS HUNGER contains poems with teeth. There is also sadness in this collection which stems from what we leave behind when the doors to our homes lose the keys to love. -E. Ethelbert Miller, Editor, Poet Lore

Steele is the night watch-woman of the silenced and sublime that live among us. Her spotlight language around the loves, the loneliness, and those hidden places that keep our diary histories, gets released in her aperture of verses. What wasn’t said in those long lost memories gets said, and heard in these beguiling poems. -Parneshia Jones, Author of Vessel: Poems