This writer warns us she is a woman like a "Mexican electric fence." And yet between the sheets or between the murmur of the rolling pin, we are trusted to overhear confidences between intimates. It is on the white sheets of this book that a woman's most private confessions are transformed from dirty laundry to poetry luminescent as linen on the line. I truly feel gratitude for being allowed to read such private dialogues. It is a book that is a remove from other Texas writers in its capacity to encompass the globe, as Chicana poetry should in the new millennium. I feel very privileged to be allowed to give this book its blessing. -Sandra Cisneros