Shuck is not only a revelatory writer who brings to us a sense of how we are all scarred to greater or lesser degrees. She can also create the setting for poetic alchemy to happen so that the reader awakens on stage and the process of dream realization and therefore a magical kidn of healing process begins.
Though published over a year ago, I swear Shuck writes about the current chaos happening this very moment in our country. The past is ever present in her loosely structured poems, often untitled, giving the now whatever form we can see through the smoke of disruption. I find a certain comfort in the voice she gives to many experiencing the aftermath.
So now We pull the wind into the hole where our hearts were Imagining we need something Inside us So we can keep our balance (p. 111)