Unease at Rest

"Unease at Rest" is an 'ugly butterfly', anatomized. It is the death's-head moth pinning itself under glass. Every poem is another marking on the insect's back, resembling a human skull. Each one steadfastly reminds its author that it isn't, in fact, a skull. But each feels about that heavy. In this grossly gorgeous collection, Gibson doesn't wrestle or toss away the bones on his back. He quietly, humbly carries them. Wil doesn't fly straight into the lantern's yawning flame. He stares it down, he names it, and he reaches for it. He does so for us, sparing us the discomfort. And he does it with a steady and trained hand: imperfect palms stretched perfectly. The textual body of his poems, too, flex and fold this way. Every page a 'soft, awkward, and most authentic' wing. Wil reaches for the fire with such an ugly human grace, that it explains the ugly human light that swallows us too, by which we are lit from inside, to which we all are bound." - Bill Moran - author of "Oh God Get Out Get Out" - Write Bloody Press