<p><b>From Kingsley Tufts Award finalist Kathy Fagan comes <i>Bad Hobby</i>, a perceptive collection focused on memory, class, and might-have-beens.</b><b></b></p><p><span>In a working-class family that considers sensitivity a “fatal diagnosis,” how does a child grow up to be a poet? What happens when a body “meant to bend & breed” opts not to, then finds itself performing the labor of care regardless? Why do we think our “common griefs” so singular? </span><i>Bad Hobby </i><span>is a hard-earned meditation on questions like these—a dreamscape speckled with swans, ghosts, and weather updates.</span></p><p><span>Fagan writes with a kind of practical empathy, lamenting pain and brutality while knowing, also, their inevitability. A dementing father, a squirrel limp in the talons of a hawk, a “child who won’t ever get born”: with age, Fagan posits, the impact of ordeals lik