About this book
Humes employs language that is always direct, full of zinnias and mine acid, bakery trucks, red-tailed hawks, and maggots. Out of these concrete images, he builds structural and emotional tensions that give his poems a powerful presence. Like the dirt of Pennsylvania hillsides, like pollen, like the leavings of a butterfly’s wings, these poems remain on our hands and in our minds, affecting us long after the book is put down.
Author, winner of the 8th Annual World’s Best Short Short Story Contest