Cover Art by Lois Wills
Hand bound with artsy yarn, either fuzzy brown or multicolored.
Available with light tan or light mauve colored covers.
18 poems by Susan Yount, offering well-crafted crude, disturbing, upsetting, traumatic, perverted, squeamish, sad, tough, gross chicken clucking imbalance, sick eggs, farmerette abuse, real life horror.
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"...I had to stand on a bucket
to reach the latches. It was so cold. The babies were
already the size of giant snowballs. Ricocheting off the walls,
the door, the box, the floor. With the doe, the hutch
was too small. Huddled together, they could keep warm.
The next morning. When I opened the door. Red snow..."
from the poem "Flemish Giants"
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