Very hard to describe. Allusions to Emily Dickinson and of course Tes Hughes make this a bit esoteric but the strangeness works. A short but powerful plunge into the grief of a dad and his two sons. Equal parts devastatingly sad and comically uplifting.

Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or fix.

Powerful, witty, smart and thought-provoking short stories about black identity but also relationships, psychology and society.