Shapero writes in an urgent vernacular that flirts, stings, implores and demands with apparent abandon."--Houston Chronicle "Shapero's poetics has real-world import for the way we use language to talk about messy things."-Volta Thought-provoking and sardonically expressive, Shapero is a self-proclaimed "hard child"-unafraid of directly addressing bleakness as she continually asks what it means to be human and to bring new life into the world. Hard Child is musical and argumentative, deadly serious yet tinged with self-parody, evoking the spirit of Plath while remaining entirely its own. From Hot Streak Actually it's ridiculous to opine on what kind of a dog I would be, were I ever a dog, as I don't contain within me half enough life to power a dog. I WOULD BE A DEAD DOG, THAT'S WHAT KIND, or maybe a mere industrial object boasting a low-grade animation, some odd beep or flicker, like a dryer or a bulb. So, sure, I could be a reluctant bulb, the only one still offering light in an otherwise burnt-out fixture bolted hard to a row house porch. And all those moths, with no other place to die. Can't they murder themselves on someone else?