“warped by neon and smoke rings, jack invites werewolves to the tea party is an exercise in reinvention. dre levant proves mastery over language and its presentation over the backdrop unforgiving textures and treaties: “break my glass fingers and // shove me on my knees // make my glass body something else // please.” there’s something irrevocably crystallized about the poems in this collection, like skin pressed onto the mirror. we refuse to take the image at face-value anymore because of the desire to confront identity for real (this time).”<br/><br/>-tommy blake, author of NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL HORROR! (Gutslut Press) and So, Who’s Courage? (Bullshit Lit)<br/><br/>“Through religious motifs, gorgeous visual content, and three creatively crafted acts, Jack Invites Werewolves to the Tea Party brings us into a world all its own. Levant’s writing is filled with paint, neons, and mythical creatures. All the while blending these recurring themes with the reality of sorrow and the need to belong. This book lives in a grunge, underground corner of the poetry world that both entices and transports you to times of uncertainty in your life. With the whimsy and layout of new age poetry but the classic strifes of mankind, this may not be poetry that everyone thinks they’ll love but it is the poetry that everyone can relate to.”<br/><br/>-Bridgette Valentine, author of for spite and rosemary (kith books)<br/><br/>“jack invites werewolves to the tea party captures emotions in a kaleidoscope of warm, blood-red oranges, and dark, shadowy violets. whether assembled with glass or molded from paper, levant contends with the need to pretend, the pain and pleasure of disguises and truths about self-expression. urban legends and familiar stories alike bring to the forefront the desires we’re tired of hiding and whether we should hide them at all. the melancholy of this push and pull is also the beauty of it, when the ink begins to smudge and levant ponders the path to endings neither h