"Pleasure makes your teeth hurt. Its best quality is the way it keeps you reading, drawn forward toward the ending by a steady stream of stories. Mixed with history and science, peppered with factoids, laced with Biblical verse, Pleasure keeps you alert, wondering at the connections, trying to make sense even as the writer tries to make sense. In this way, Pleasure involves you in its creation--not content to be simply evidence of a writer working alone, unaware of his audience, Pleasure glances at its writer before turning toward us to ask, have you ever hurt like this? Again and again and again."
-Paul Bogard, Contest Judge and Author of The End of Night: Searching for Natural Darkness in an Age of Artificial Light
"[This poem] describes harrowing encounters with a cruel and abusive father and investigates the speaker¹s own violent tendencies. Bruising, vicious, and electric, "Ask Me About Love" is a poem that refuses to look away."
-Rachel Rinehart, Contest Judge and Levine Poetry Prize Winner
"I read The Collective by Jacob Little in the new Pithead Chapel and then I read it again. Crusher."
-Meredith Alling, Author of Sing the Song
"[Little's] work shows a sharp eye for the telling detail, for the meaningful nuance that evokes and haunts."
-Cathy Day, Contest Judge and Author of The Circus in Winter and Comeback Season: How I Learned to Play the Game of Love
“This essay is quiet in the way of Cathedrals on a New York City afternoon—[Little's] voice a low hum in the reader’s ears, giving the sense not of inner peace so much as relative respite from the chaos and noise and bustle outside the essay... [Little's] reflective consideration of his time at Circle K proves the rule that an essay can, and perhaps should, find the deepest human truths within the most mundane of human experiences.”
-Joey Franklin, Contest Judge and Author of My Wife Wants You to Know I'm Happily Married
"We felt immediately drawn into the abusive home life reflected in/by experiences working at the Circle K, among other powerful themes. There is a wonderful attention to descriptive detail that paints the gritty aesthetic of Circle K, and these poems have killer lines: "I'll tell you about fourth grade, twisting / Russell's arm behind him, turning him / until he saw a new side of himself"; "Without [the mole], all our landmarks shifted", etc. A strong, visceral collection."
-Iron Horse Literary Review Editors