Name Withheld is the dark side of confession’s moon, where privacy deepens because utterance–rich and elusive–reproves the voyeur, withholds what it must. Language hunts what is ‘nocturnal, difficult to spot,’ heady with contradiction, dissonance, dismay, ‘unmappable,’ yet moving at the core, her lines like the meteor’s tail, ‘gesturing back to the heart of the radiant.’ –Eleanor Wilner