In Milk Snake, Toby Buckley invites us to look at the world from a slightly different angle, where small things become unsettling if you look closely enough. The poet explores queerness, displacement and trauma throughclear-voiced, deceptively gentle poems about fishermen, maggots and bees.

bleary from sleep and warm water and no glasses i spot an uncertain comma sliding he dragshis tail up my shower wall cumbersome and not unmaggotesque and i can see his guts or maybe its his dinner – from ‘companion’