I have waited my whole life for Spencer Williams' debut collection, TRANZ. This isn't hyperbole. As I read Williams, I feel for once, something so intangibly complex about being trans and alive articulated–passed along like the gift that is a love note passed in class. She writes, "i didn't get murdered and this / doesn't have to be the moral even as it remains the goal..." These poems gut me as much as they comfort me; they feel like kin; they feel like the whispers of liberation. Williams writes, "everywhere i go i am there so brutally." And I feel the truth of this in my brutally aching bones. Later she writes, "everywhere i go, i am made of / some kind of sun." And I feel all her warmth, too.
–Kayleb Rae Candrilli