n lie in seemingly the most trivial of objects. Be they simple sticks, stones, or other bone-breaking things, these totems carry weight normally reserved for relics of grander reverence. In essence, these mementos transcend traditional sacred objects into something more personally potent. In James Cole's The Somatoliths, the smallest of obstructions are sorted and curated in a museum of poetic musings that seek to analyze, defend, and mock the elements of our own mythologies.

The Somatoliths explores how words and symbols become like bodily stones, unprocessable things that enhance or hinder our daily thoughts and actions. In its first sections, The Gastroliths, Cole explores those difficult-to-swallow truths, whose own unproductive digestions teach the habits and endurance necessary to cope. Part two, The Bufonite, uses the image of a mythical gemstone as the locus for lyrical medicines for childhood anxieties. Later, The Regurgitalith seeks to undo these habits, to find ways around the rote methods we use to cope to find the grim, often comically absurd weaknesses in the facades we conjure. Lastly, The Urolith meditates on very nature of poetic ideas, those things born inside but that must come out in the most ruthless ways possible.

Combining elements of Cole's trademark humor and rumination, The Somatoliths offers a many-layered sideshow of gaffs and adages perfect for poetry veterans and newcomers alike.