So this is a startling, sensual, harsh, frank book of poems by Jude Dillon, and it’s a pleasure to read, and uneasy too, for its truths and pains, universal and personal. There are lines that slit me open to swearing for my life, others that sexed me up, and pages that made me weep. This on one read through! Happy There In My Agony, it’s called. Proper review coming soon.