Sometimes we arrive right on time to catch the euphoria
searching for the freedom and the words to reclaim human and earthly connections
containing one poem from every title published by Smokestack since 2004
with wry humour
avoiding the chair where they fucked
Middle Child by Annie Muir Scott Tyrrell Sometimes we arrive right onMiddle Child by Annie Muir is a book of sharp, funny, quietly brutal recognitions, where the everyday turns uncanny and the self keeps slipping between roles, versions, and borrowed scripts. Through poems that riff on Frankenstein, pop culture, pub lore, found images and borrowed forms, Muir writes the middle child's sensibility as a kind of heightened surveillance, noticing how bodies are appraised, threatened, desired, marketed, and made to perform.