Poetry. "Suppose there were a new and unfamiliar genre, one in which the old wive's tale was rewoven and snarled on Penelope's loom. There might be a dialect that was both practical and arcane, susceptible to a roundabout beauty, fascinated with the odd. This is the environment in which Sarah Anne Cox's poetry approaches us and then unmakes us as readers."—Elizabeth Robinson
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