“These brilliant poems pivot and gasp through the wreckage and splendor of what it means to be a man with humility and joy, grief and nostalgia, precision and compassion. I dare you to read this book and not be moved. What Alfaro and Olivarez have done is stitched together a road map for guys like us to find our way back to the beautiful men we were always made to become.”
- Carlos Andrés Gómez, Author of “Man Up: Reimagining Modern Manhood”
“To read Home Court is to hear the tired layers of textbook masculinity peeled away stanza by hard-fought stanza. Here are two men who love hard as handshakes after blows: basketball, hip hop, city life, sound, and—I’ll be damned—one another. Alfaro and Olivarez remind us that trauma & tenderness share the same bruise. A coming of age collection not for the empty shirts among us. Nothing but skin here.“
- Marcus F. Wicker, Author of “Maybe the Saddest Thing”
“These brilliant poems pivot and gasp through the wreckage and splendor of what it means to be a man with humility and joy, grief and nostalgia, precision and compassion. I dare you to read this book and not be moved. What Alfaro and Olivarez have done is stitched together a road map for guys like us to find our way back to the beautiful men we were always made to become.”
- Carlos Andrés Gómez, Author of “Man Up: Reimagining Modern Manhood”
“To read Home Court is to hear the tired layers of textbook masculinity peeled away stanza by hard-fought stanza. Here are two men who love hard as handshakes after blows: basketball, hip hop, city life, sound, and—I’ll be damned—one another. Alfaro and Olivarez remind us that trauma & tenderness share the same bruise. A coming of age collection not for the empty shirts among us. Nothing but skin here.“
- Marcus F. Wicker, Author of “Maybe the Saddest Thing”