Will's work builds the type of communities I want to belong to, where everyone is welcomed, held accountable, and celebrated. His poems are the invitation, the tools, and the blueprints. Langford's work is a heartwarming tribute to place, culture, and resilience, through the lens of family, school spirit, and love. A celebration of what it means to be proud of where you come from and where you choose to be. As well as a celebration of the musicality of language. In William Langford's , you'll find prayer and praise; reckoning and response cry: "Oh steel city, /oil slick, /slipping/from me./City I left./Oh steel city." Detroit hums in these pages like cool jazz, like Motown Sound, like a layered and loving relationship between son and father-a son and father bearing "the same stitched scar/on different arms." I adored this collection, pulling up a chair for city delicacies like "meat and sweet shops, . . .mango, supple melon for the yuppies, /. . .free hymnal books/dispensed like soup rations." Langford demonstrates he is a master poet of place, elevating his city through every carefully-chosen image so that readers are handed a Coney Dog "with yellow onion's ghost white insides, /granules strewn like salt on an icy walk." William Langford has a heart here as big as Detroit, spilling out into both sonnet and story. This is a stunning debut collection, and William Langford is a poet to watch.