Rave
Tess Taylor,
NPR
Gay's poems burst forth in leggy, unexpected ways, zooming in on legs furred with pollen or soil breast-stroking into the xylem. Gay's praise is Whitmanesque, full of manure, mulberry-stained purple bird poop, dirty clothes and hangovers, but also the pleasure of bare feet, of pruning a peach tree, of feeding a neighbor.
Rave
FRANCINE J. HARRIS,
The Poetry Foundation
This book, which so beautifully celebrates, no revels in, the poet's relationship to the earth, to his garden, to the people of his community, to family—I want to suggest in this national moment, it strikes me as breath.
Positive
Publishers Weekly
...these simple, joyful poems read like a litany of what's good in the world.