Exploring ecology, art, activism and historiography, Tom Cull writes of his relationships with family and place, pursuing the imperfect program of recollecting and reconstructing the idea of ‘home’ while resisting nostalgia’s dubious erasures. Frank, unabashed, the poems lean into these entanglements with humour and sincerity, chronicling the writer’s vulnerability as a hinge-point in time–between being a son to a father and a father to a son; between a history that can’t be changed and a future that might be.