Bryan Borland’s third poetry collection examines what it means to dig—to undertake the intense labor of unearthing the personal/political/artistic self and embracing the consequences of that knowledge. The poet recognizes that “[t]he world needs another love poem / like it needs blood in the throat,” yet seeks to commune with the sanctity of flesh, offering the language of his body. These poems assert that to dig is to reveal the bedrock on which we may rebuild ourselves; to discover the beauty and reward of life buried deep within us—no matter how many layers of earth we need to overturn.
