Sleepwalk or spacewalk? Wolf Planet is an elliptical, hallucinatory prose poem that crash-lands on a parallel world as bright and fractured as a broken mirror. Memory, faith, and desire clutter urban ring-roads and abandoned churches, as all the while the Big Bad Wolf - who may not be so big or so bad - presides like the ghost of Piers the Plowman or Trout Fishing in America. A unique vision for strange times.</p><br></p>In this densely poignant novelette where a red-eye express is a route to noir, who's the Big Bad Wolf? Wolf Planet is a genre bending chapbook of literary fragments evocative with myth, science fiction and the poetic. This staggering offering from a bold artist is a prodigal archetype that refuses to be tamed. </p><br></p>Eugen Bacon - author of Claiming T-Mo and Writing Speculative Fiction</p><br></p>In Wolf Planet, Oz Hardwick has built for us a hazy, smoke-filled fairy tale as much about the past as about the present, a diorama like Borges's Aleph - if you look just right, crouching there in the cellar under the dining room, you can see the point that contains all other points. Everything here is a metaphor; everything here is literally true. Don't read it too fast; or, if you do, read it again. Read it again anyway; it won't disappoint. </p><br></p>Richard Ford Burley - author of Mouse and Displacement</p><p><br></p>