Real is the Word They Use to Contain Us

As the sickly boy dreams in bed, the shadows beneath his parlor curtain are stirring, taking shapes inexpressible even in a child’s dreams. Real keeps us silent, argues the taxidermied rabbit to the young air-rifle that shot it dead. Real keeps us still. You must never ask anyone if they are Real.

For exactly as long as history, a secret peace has bound the human and inanimate worlds. But the stories of the other world are pushing into our own, and that peace will be tested tonight…

In this collection of twenty-six poems and the unbelievably weird happenings that link them, Noah Wareness steals electricity from nihilistic horror fiction and shaggy late-night cartoons to create a landscape of profound loss, vertigo and wonder.