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Winner of the 2013 Perugia Press Prize
"In Gail Martin's poems, you can never trust anything that calls itself ordinary—deer stroll down the street like gunslingers, a bovine heart is found in a carwash, a mother dances with burglars who'd come to rob the house. Each line is honed to its sensate particulars; its breathtaking images are restrained and wild and wonderfully alive." —Traci Brimhall
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