The Hand Implements

What’s in the West, besides basins and ranges? What warps there, beneath the broken rock of the mountains? A screwdriver. A wrench. Axes. Hammers. These are the objects that oxidize. These are the objects that imprint skin. These are The Hand Implements. In five melancholy meditations and tales, Danilo John Thomas knaps rock into something sharp enough to cut. His men make fists and fight; his men fashion forms that beat with the velocity of an enclosed muscle; his men invite us to drink ourselves down past drunk and mourn what we could have had, had we truly known how to hold our tools in our hands.