“Kathryn Kysar's first poetry collection tastes of the great dark lake of earth, of roots grown in black loam and pulled up to nourish the particular hunger women have for just a bit of grit. Kysar explores the human appetite for image, sensation and scent in an intimate voice that makes the collection entreat, whisper, gossip and confide. In the end, readers come to know Dark Lake as they would a friend.”