![]() ![]() ![]() The poem that shares its title, White Knuckle, really broke something loose inside of me. Repulsive, repugnant, and physically discomfiting, this collection tells a heartbreaking story through the eyes of a child coming of age in the most deplorable of circumstances. And rather than thoughtful holiday gifts or regular acts of affection, being sprayed with boiling water or kicked in the face. Or instead of soccer practice followed by a trip to the local ice cream shop, caring for a vomit-soiled mother. Imagine a life where instead of PB&J, burnt dry toast is on the menu. Being born into a family filled with abuse and addiction not only takes a physical toll, but also leaves scars that are not as readily visible. Offering a chilling look at “the anxious fever of a typical day,” readers will not soon forget the nightmarish memories that haunt the pages. ![]() ![]() White Knuckle grabs readers by the throat and forces their naive eyes wide open to gaze upon what passed for a childhood for Steven Bruce. One of the most authentic autobiographies told in verse. ![]()
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