Sandra Kohler"s poetry shows well the distinction between domestic writing and the French l"ecriture feminine, or writing through the body. Her poems depict female experience at its most intimate, illuminating the paradoxes and practicalities in one"s sense of physical identity ("I want to tell the truth: sex is not / the final intimacy for me"). Closeness rather than distanced objectivity becomes her palette: the son dreaming in his mother"s lap, the child like a moon before birth and the sun, afterwards. In their simplicity, her images reveal a naked and honest truth.