In her uncompromising follow-up to 2012’s Sympathy Loophole, Jaime Forsythe offers a breathless cascade of evocative somethings: mysterious sounds, faint rumblings, biographies real and imagined, tabloid rumours, nagging memories, an animal stirring, a baby waking, a storm threatening, an escape hatch beckoning, and an inexplicable machine coughing into motion somewhere in the distance.

The poems in I Heard Something comprise a surreal menagerie – at times funny, chilling, and tender – of what it is to be a human at this very minute. Forsythe writes startling poems for the startled. Cup a hand around your ear as you read these poems – it’ll enhance the experience.