✍ Scribed by Emeney, Johanna
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Couples in last-chance therapy, friends unfriending, racist trolls trawling the comments section for game—this collection of poems is concerned with the things that make us feel. The felt realm is very much in nature, too. From the calm of a sleeping doe to the slow unwinding of the last bee on Earth, Johanna Emeney seems to say that there is a message in the air—for those who listen with all of the senses.
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