“Emily Fragos’s poems are mysterious. Her songs make me confess to myself. In her poems, you find the God’s honest truth like wildflowers. Her poems are ferocious and saintly (you must remember, one saint, Saint Julian, murdered his mother and father, not a problem with Emily). She is somehow self-born, which is my way of saying her poems are unique, singular, necessary—wonder-full poems, ver good dogs.” —Stanley Moss