Triangulated against the backdrop of a deteriorating world,
In the Key of Decay
pushes past borders both real and imagined to attend to those failed by history. Attuned to scientific racism, systemic medical failures, and climate change, Em Dial's poems incisively carve out space for interrogation. Their place-finding and place-making is often surprising, centring care and desire, where Dial's speaker “calls for someone to call me what I am and for that someone to be a lover, bare on silk sheets, inside walls of confidential lilac.”
doesn't just hum along, it sings.