Jake Wild Hall's Blank is a song of shared loss and quiet recovery, a talisman for the internal conflict between the vulnerability of hope and the safety of detachment. Language soars and contracts: reaching out in prayer—'london is the world until it sings all the wrong hymns in your church', down into the body—'the things i have been avoiding turn to ulcers in my mouth'.'An antidote to toxic masculinity, Hall's poems combine the pure, the delicate and the banal, conjuring a luxur...