Poetry. "Strike motherhood off the list of sentimental subjects. This resonant, intelligent debut reminds us that 'spring is a burning season' and how fierce family breakfast can be on either side of the kitchen window. Sarah Busse fills the branches of these poems with eggs, birds, and other emblems of latency and desire, and her rhymes call beautifully from line to line, but predators lurk in the underbrush."--Lesley Wheeler
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Poetry. "Strike motherhood off the list of sentimental subjects. This resonant, intelligent debut reminds us that 'spring is a burning season' and how fierce family breakfast can be on either side of the kitchen window. Sarah Busse fills the branches of these poems with eggs, birds, and other emblems of latency and desire, and her rhymes call beautifully from line to line, but predators lurk in the underbrush."--Lesley Wheeler
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