Colm Keegan's poetry is a soulful yet visceral evocation of what it is to live in a Dublin rarely seen in its un-exaggerated form in the literary world. A life and a mode of living and seeing that refuses to be marginalized are set against a backdrop of palpable geography. Rarely has a poet's voice, unfamiliar but true in its every utterance, been captured so well as it is in Keegan's first collection. Family, friends, children, and the urban sprawl he renders sparely yet lyrically, all are grist to the mill of his poetics.