<p>In <em>Eve Was a Realist</em>, a collection of poems written over the last decade, Fiona Robertson invokes the complexities and pains of flesh-and-blood living, while also celebrating moments of awe, revelation, and emergence. She throws off the shackles of anodyne spirituality, and invites us into the depths, where paradox abounds and nothing is quite what it seems on the surface.</p><p> </p><p>Robertson's poems emerge from moments of raw, visceral experience, and speak to both the tremulously personal and the breathtakingly universal. Giving voice to the subtleties that often go unheard, her work charts the movements of life's loves and heartbreaks, and the inextricability of one from another. Her poetry affirms and questions, mourns and delights, screams and whispers. Above all, it beckons us towards the possibility of being fully human, and fully here.</p>