Green Apple Red revels in entanglements and inosculations, queering the language of nature: 'bears' who 'are worshipped in sub-cultures'; an apple-eater consuming 'only Cox's'. In sensuous poems of belonging and longing, James McDermott carves out space for queer bodies in landscapes. These poems invite us to be shameless and public, 'out in the open' amongst our fellow creatures: unique, 'fizzing with want' like a bee, but 'just another animal' too. At once 'cricket ball small' with 'Shame's Stone', but gutsy with the 'second brain' of the intestines, there's abundant clarity, humour and vulnerability here, for wandering queers (and non-queers) everywhere.

- Caleb Parkin, This Fruiting Body