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This is not a sad poem, although it features sadness involved. Emily Skaja’s “Bush Parenthood” moves me such as an excellent clairvoyant heatwave of hot concrete—I enjoy just how she face losings in the midst of the new strings-connect walls and razor cable, blending the non-public for the political. The way she wraps the woman sadness in the a great gauze from dark laughs gets me personally whenever. Read More