R. Vincent Moniz, Jr., records the life and times of a mostly uneducated,
economically disadvantaged, literary award-winning urban Indin. Much of his work reflects the people and stories from a neighborhood with the moniker Cockroach while simultaneously depicting contemporary issues of Native America. Poems in this collection are filled with a dreaded fire of wit and cynicism given to him by the Oglala and NuuÉtaare peoples who helped to raised him. With a great deal of bathos, he glides and slides seamlessly from silly to sorrow without effort. His formidable verse irradiates and acknowledges the lives of an in-between people who are too urban for the reservation and too indigenous for American culture while he himself navigates multitudes including his place within nerd/pop culture, which widens the scope of his writing. This collection mirrors a subculture that is either being hustled or all together overlooked and does so honestly without filter or worry. Moniz’s poetic genetics are a makeup of orators that came before him and a new wave of emerging Indigenous American voices. The reader can see these narratives twist and turn to the heartbeat he writes them in.