Joanna Solfrian's second book, The Mud Room, is a masterpiece of the heart's inquiry as to what makes a person whole, what grants identity in a damaged, resilient world. Every poem has the zing and edge of a buzzer shot or a spiritual practice; each line wants to transform the page, the reader, the speaker. Solfrian can follow a thread of sorrow until we emerge in ecstasy--or at least, ecstatic sorrow.