act normal sings and bends. Hears and sees. It seizes the language by which the disabled have been represented and re-presents them beyond the grasp of the normative as endured by [ the] institutionalized. It calls to account. It tells and remembers, celebrates and witnesses with invention, beauty, rage, and insight. Do not say that you did not know you have been told. These are words that surge over the unspeakable to create poems about what needs to be said. We needs that caress. Gary Barwin The institutions not a metaphor, writes davis halifax, who with foreslashed refusal (of ableism \ normopathy \ collusion \ eugenics), invites lyrical insurrections that might fringe the day wider. We need wide days, my friends days that can hold each story, each body, each wordflower that wilds its blossom through the hard days of history. This is a book for the disregarded and guarded, for those who have lived loss. This is a book that resonates in places where you might find the outlines of memories child shaped. This is a book for them, for us, for all those who continue to offer exceptions[ s] to the natural order. In this remarkable book, legacy and language conspire to f e c u n d d e g e n e r a t e crisp futures that can love us all. Chris Martin In this unflinching, brutally beautiful collection, davis halifax gives agency and voice to those who could not speak their own truth. These poems are an act of witness, at once tender and yearning, vulnerable and raging. There is an urgency to document the heat before the fire is lit / the ache of the shovel before diggin, to capture the abused and neglected in the strokes of letters because by 2050 the books of memory willve been picked clean. Lillian Neakov
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