*Finalist for the Charlotte Mew Prize These poems have an incredibly beautiful and painful landscape. The body becomes the field splayed open, as does memory, as does love, as does language. The imagery of the body is sensual and electric and you can feel the speaker risking so much as they turn from one line to another.
-Natalie Diaz, judge of the Charlotte Mew Prize Hillary Brown's When She Woke She Was an Open Field...
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