"Tom Stuckey writes like he's ripping pages out of his own skin, bleeding them out into the paper. There's nothing pretty about it and that's the point. His words are fists swinging wild, breaking teeth and leaving you with a busted lip, and maybe, just maybe a smile. He doesn't hold your hand, he drags you through the mud, the piss, the regret of it all, and makes you stare it dead in the eyes. It's ugly it's real, and God damn if it doesn't hit like a bottle to the back of the head. No polish, no bullshit. Just the raw naked truth, lay'd out for anyone tough enough to take it."

Cody Sexton, EIC, Anxiety Press.

★★★★★