Kids of the Black Hole

Poetry. "Inhabiting the space between elegy and prophecy, Marty Cain's poem floats in a drowning country parallel to the United States of America. Where loss flickers at the edge of each frame, 'the earth turns itself inside out' like a teenager in a dreamscape, baptized in tears."—Lucas de Lima

"If Holden Caulfield had acid-tripped on friendship and death in the aughts—if he'd then fallen through a therapy-hole to ride shotgun in a dark-energy jalopy—he might have dreamed this long, wild narrative lit up on uncertainty and sex. To steal a phrase from Cain: this poem has risen from the dead to eat lesser poems. It glows."—Cathy Wagner