"Jim Meirose's Game 5 is a xenonarratif on a "heemiotrilliac pole," a "sciaticatistical" kneesljópanec on catawrit, a glitch in the antidialogical "kip't-kurrunga" which burrows into the necrosemynal "queak h!!PID kaeuqs W gnilf ylf" with the "fununarialistical vi" of a "rekkaB-adnaK" on a "vitale statisticcommo-gluggli." This rebus in a cwabbamire is a dystopic "zolarrrrr iiii annnann e e zOL ARRiarerre" whose periphery creases the 13.787±0.020 of prīsmosourine"-Daniel Y. Harris, author of The Posthuman Series, (Volumes I-VI, BlazeVOX) "Like white noise between stations, Game 5 by Jim Meirose weaves a caustic and revelatory archway of form, an extended novelistic text with bold chordal clustered motifs and a musical syntax. Narrative stories, in sartorial fashion, are woven literally into other stories, to both block and intersect across the page. Gritty speculative dystopian space opera meets kitchen sink east-coast American realism with a skewed, shark instinct, orbiting multi-text musical bravura following a tornado. We monitor interpersonal relationships via sci-fi video games, cross-planetary bridges, popular culture figurines, workplace and bunkhouse rants, philosophical social-status musings and inner journeys exploring kinetic consciousness, hurled tropes, status games, lawn furniture, suburban madness, a politique of gnashing panache. You can read this book forward, backward, in parallel tracks; ride along its precarious arching span, a skyway over an ocean of fonts, typefaces, and searing dialogic. Built on a life of experimentation, Meirose's art is bold and inspiring, breaking with the proscenium stage of one-way transmissions, a bungee jump into polyphonic vectors of rage, a biting satirical dream walking" - Robert Frede Kenter, author of Father Tectonic (EthelZine Press, 2025). "Envision a community facing economic ruin. Follow the remaining residents' day-to-day struggles. Lay this out in plain, solid prose. Now; peel