Publisher's Synopsis
'One need not be fluent in the language of cricket to enjoy the swift, percussive rhythms of Roger Bonair-Agard's second opus calypso. He has refined his line, composed a pulse upon which he conjures, with a sort of astonishing and tender obligation, the fantasies and pathos of adolescence as well as the complexities of mature reflection. These are love poems for Trinidad and America, love poems for their histories, which are tragic, hilarious, wistful and unfinished. '