"More than anything I wanted a shovel," confesses the narrator in one of Greg Boyd's prose poems. This odd desire leads him to want a rake, a push broom, a spade, a pair of shears, the narrator finally risking all for the love a bicycle pump. Such is Boyd's world, where characters are at the mercy of those secret, terrible instincts that drive us without our knowledge or consent. This unsettling world is by turns amusing and melancholic, absurd and philosophical, and always presented in prose that rolls off the tongue so pleasantly. One of the best prose poems collections in recent years.--Thomas Willoch
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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