These are poems that rock you like a tilt-a-whirl, off-kilter and
non-stop.
In this collection of poems by Joe Hall, you might find yourself laid
off at a cannabis grow or vomiting gold. You might find yourself
screaming in your underwear at the tech bro in the derelict arcade in
your head. You might find your despair here or a gentle sign of change.
Many of the poems here unearth histories in which people refuse the
systems that designate them waste or wastable in hyper-compacted blocks
of poetry and prose. Defiant, funny, and gentle, this book braids the
panic-inducing catastrophes of now with a long view of solidarity in
struggle.