<p class=ql-align-justify>As an Immigrant-American I believe that instead of that propagandic bald-eagle-point-of-viewed country music video they show at citizenship ceremonies we would do better with Jon Davis' <em>Choose Your Own America</em>. These poems both political and nipping at the heart lyrical and essayistic alike locate us inside a much more honest and existentially porous dystopian prophesy. Though it suggests we have choices its disaffected tone makes our souls watch our every move. Where are the humans? it asks-and answers too.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Ismet Prcic</strong> author of <em>Shards</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Davis's poems so deeply probe the human condition that we find ourselves lost in new perplexing and unidentifiable territories where our minds and our preconceived ideas about loss and&nbsp;remembrance pain and epiphany are completely affected and changed.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>-<strong>June Owens</strong> writing about <em>Scrimmage of Appetite </em>in<em> Manoa</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p><br></p>