I can't get enough of Alexis Rhone Fancher's brave, breath-taking work, and her latest poetry collection, Enter Here, once again offers sustenance for the insatiable story-lovers among us hungry for more. Celebrating the sexual body, the exhilaration of desire, and outrageous truths of love gone right and sometimes beguilingly askew, Rhone Fancher owns her unabashed sensual history and boldly brings it to the page like Anaïs Nin who knew "how wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself." If her poems soar into taboo and transgressive terrain without apology, it is not entirely without a degree of pathos, remorse, and occasionally, sly humor.

Ultimately, it is stark revelation of human behavior that resonates so powerfully through this poet's skillful attention to detail as well as her deft ear for the music of what needs to be left out. Lust, longing, urban noir, and the emotional ravages and physical heat that colliding souls can't help making, are all artfully packed into these lyrical narratives by a poet who refuses to hold back, because she knows

"we are each bodies, hard-wired for pleasure,

destined for momentary blooming,

then extinction."

--Michelle Bitting, poet and author of Notes to the Beloved

These poems are so erotic that even a perusal of their titles in a Table of Contents can evince an almost criminal arousal. But not to be overlooked is that their creator Alexis Rhone Fancher deals with all seven stages of human development, with an especially acute excursion into memories of adolescence. Alexis is not merely a detailed chronicler of our socio-physical interactions--she is by far the most exciting, articulate, and convincing storyteller in contemporary verse. Don't miss a single phrase, let alone an intimate scene.

--Gerald Locklin, poet and fiction author of 100+ books

Any self-styled critic who characterizes Alexis Rhone Fancher's written work as only sexy stanzas would be making an egregious mistake. Far more accurate to portray her poetry as grainy, gritty, noir images by a female version of Henry Miller's bitter observation of the dirty word "relationships," or Georges Bataille's eccentric business of the creative woman at times catering to the psycho-sado fantasies of her lover, or Stephen Schneck's nightmare world of sensual dreams, but with an added dose of infectious humor. Alexis Rhone Fancher's words are cartwheels churning through the too often misunderstood, labyrinthine sandbox of erotica.

--Michael C. Ford, music journalist, playwright, Grammy-nominated spoken-word artist, and Pulitzer Prize-nominated poet