“This debut washes against the skin, fully conscious of how language should settle after the flood,

where it should place its pieces in the mouth and the ways in which it should transport the reader

beyond corpus, clay, sediment and soul, all the while lacquered with the runoff of ancestors we do not

remember. This collection has been built to carry bodies and if the question is do I have the hands

for it then the answer is an absolute affirmative. A stunning debut of confidence and craft, smooth

as olives, rich in texture, thought and text found in the funnel between God's blind eye and the trailer

park. Read it today and keep it close at hand, in corners kept for comfort.”

-Damien B Donnelly

Editor-in-Chief

The Storms, a journal of poetry, prose and visual art

Host of Eat the Storms podcast