Little Man examines what it means to be alive. Never boastful of its wares, it is a collection that shows Richard James Jones isn’t afraid to get its hands dirty - exploring the frustrations of his craft, strange graffiti on an old shed, or even casting a keen eye to the detritus that washes up on the beach. That’s not to say there isn’t celebration - there is - but the poems delight in the minutiae, the small movements that are often the most revealing. Witty and honest, Little Man is a collection plugged directly into humanity.