That Broke into Shining Crystals

POETRY BOOK SOCIETY CHOICE

Reverberating with risk, this collection negotiates the darkness of injury, the potency and pain of revelation, and agency as song.

For years I had no sound but his sweetness, his lye.

Thus I go slow. I song last. Least. The lower.

That which I had nor sound I may still song.

Trauma and vulnerability - violation and its aftershock - are explored within a framework of self-determination and radical queerness in Richard Scott's second collection. In three distinct ye...