em>, while providing a trenchant critique of the oppressiveness of "white space," is also glittery, culinary sumptuous, and scythe sharp. Shot through with equal parts "nectar and venom," Mookerjee's poems pirouette with muscular grace in a kaleidoscopic whirl of myth and alchemy, gods and feasts, rot and rose gold. False Offering is a feminist ledger of "battle armor meeting ballet." Like a medieval tapestry, it is piped through with an elaborate galaxy of nightviolets, rosewater, bonedust, "snakes and shibari," origami, and the KKK. It is a rare book in that even while flipping the middle finger; it has its hands held out in tenderness to those in need.

―Simone Muench, Poetry Editor, JackLeg Press