“Not a collection of poetry but the sound of an opening door. Not a book but a tree on the riverbank. Not a line but a kinetic archive. Not a text but a heart. Not a page but a scene of the author at sunrise. Not a day but the gathering of the senses. Not a moment but the heavy low of another place.” — Jordan Abel, author of Injun and NISHGA

“What leads to what’s not poems, not fragments, but salvos?precise and loose?reported out the archive, which is to say the graveyard where the dead die again and again? Is it the sexual assaults, the drownings, that Black head on a stick? The repetitions that require revisions of what remains the same? D.M. Bradford’s Bottom Rail on Top composes a searing slo-mo recoil from the historical record. Slow enough to seem unflinching; but Bradford keeps us in the reel, blurring time, space, and source into an account of grief and dismay. In the cut lies trenchant invention, what must be called gallows humor, and what could be called restraint. I call it “brilliant.” — Douglas Kearney author of Sho

“These poems, these ‘not a poem/but likkle truths,’ are where we land first, but what is it to be in stories, memory, the little remembered, the echo and the ‘scrawl’? D.M. Bradford’s Bottom Rail on Top isn’t a redress, it’s more; there are so many lines to highlight in these pages, each of which could better represent what I’d want to say. This is a tremendous gift and I’m so lucky to have spent time with this work.” — Otoniya J. Okot Bitek, author of 100 Days, A is for Acholi, and Song & Dread

“Bottom Rail on Top pulls apart and knits together fields, streets, regions, lakes, and attics. Employing a poetics of vestige, black worlds are, all at once, refuted and made visible, emptied out and sharply populated; a black sense of place emerges as curtailment. This is a beautiful expression of black livingness, wherein racial violence conditions a poetics of struggle, refusal and repetition.” — Katherine McKittrick, author of Demonic Grounds and Dear Science and Other Stories