Andrews pries loose all the bitterness of what it means to come of age as a gay man in the south and laces sweetness in...

Andrews pries loose all the bitterness of what it means to come of age as a gay man in the south and laces sweetness in the wounds whenever possible. These poems are an elegy to what is given up and an ode to what is discovered. In crisp lines and haunting images, Andrews' voice rings true. - Sandy Longhorn