Van Neerven’s poetry is at times sarcastic and satirical, at others simply searing, but always in the most deeply satisfying way. They never shy away from the political (“This country is a haunted house, governments still playing cat chasing marsupial mouse”) or the personal (“The Only Blak Queer In The World” is a heart-wrenching insight into the isolation of intersectionality, and the search for community and solace). "The cities that ate Australia" is particular perfection, as is "Politicians having long showers on stolen land". I devoured Throat in a single sitting, and I’m sure I will savour it again over many more.

An extended review available at Keeping Up With The Penguins.