Underpinning the emotional territory of Game is the shared experience-mine and Ludwig Wittgenstein’s-of losing brothers to suicide; hence every poem is an act of survivor’s guilt, of speech against the abyss of unspeakable silence. The poems skirt the catastrophe of language in call-and-response interplay between poems and Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations, set in diverse spaces-rooms, dining tables, thresholds, picture frames, deserts, swamps and creeks, urban streets, seashores, a spider’s web, cafes, playgrounds, a backyard, porches in the rain-all places where the multiform gods dwell, love, play, ignore, and destroy.