Hannah Zeavin might have been birthed onto the slat boards of a riverboat headed toward Syracuse in 1920. The peculiar resemblance she bears with Annie Oakley only makes one wonder more at her aspirations to start an Egyptian cognac farm as a master of trick ponies. All speculation aside, the young poet's book, Atlantic Folly, is forthcoming from Scholastic/ Hanging Loose Press in the Fall when she will be attending the University of Chicago as a student of verse/ French/ gunsmithing.
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