“With Misherit, L. Gibson has set out a hybrid dialect in poetry, at once pollarded and protracted, a kind of cant belonging to a band of thieves I have met without noticing. Each of these lines  is like a serpent, demanding you figure its coiling.”
Alison Graham

Astonishing. Unlike anything else. Language lived inside-out and dancing on the seams of a dialect that is at once arcane and without, or beyond, time. A really rare sense of a unique word-world, discovered like some esoteric pocket watch found open but somehow measuring in a new/ancient time... nearly familiar but equally alien in its crystallised invention. This really feels like a mad, wild and fanciful masterpiece.
David Spittle