Good Game

What is it to be a player in any game, to say "good game" even when you don't want to, even when you don't mean it? Peterson delivers us through similar meditations led by language's music - the melody but also the reverb - playfully recognizing the weight as well as the levity of this world where we Americans now reside and the players of this game that are likely anything but good. These lyrical and skillfully sonic poems reckon with change and how the end result isn't always a vast shift from where you've started. This collection moves through the feeling of losses, of shaking hands with the enemy, touching its scaly hand, and going through the motions of formality, while wishing to say literally anything other than "good game."