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Praise for Histories Haunt Us

Undisguised, her poetry takes on a powerful authenticity.
―Rhea Tregebov,The Globe and Mail

Powerfully elemental in image and sound, particularly in the ghazal-like title sequence, this is a beautifully sombre and sensual reflection on the faithful failing of language.
―Jennifer Still, Winnipeg Free Press

Uniting the [book's] two styles is Finlay’s declarative sentences such as, “The finest art can be the ugliest metaphor” or “After the bliss of the baby came the flies.” In Finlay’s world, filled with lingering ghosts, broken hearts and sickness, where “you are an anchor or you are not,” these sentences reflect a desire to make sense of it all. Anchored, these poems are, perhaps, but during a hurricane at night, in the middle of the ocean.
The Telegraph-Journal (St. John)

Finlay has a gift for weaving many images into neat patterns with open-ended conclusions. She frames many pictures, some of which are fleeting while others probe in-depth the feelings, thoughts, and imaginings of the human psyche.
—Michael O. Nowlan, The Daily Gleaner (Fredericton)