[Her poetry] is the perfect marriage of the realism of William Carlos Williams and the sleepless heaven-seeking… of Dickinson and Hopkins. – Virginia Quarterly Review
In the wake of Blue Venus, called a virtuoso book by the Los Angeles Times Book Review, comes this ravishing volume of bodily, even carnal prayers, that quiver with the ecstasy and anguish of longing. Lisa Russ Spaar has long produced poems that emit a palpable, devotional Eros, but Satin Cash is a raw, more elemental invocation of human yearning–a startling song of worship and fetish.