"I read a lot of [If I Gather Here and Shout] as prayers and spells. . . flowing in and out through time, which is very beautiful to see."—Precious Okoyomon, Elephant"A ritual, an invocation, a reclamation of narrative that draws from Yoruba traditions and interrogates the brutal legacies of Western medical practice. . . incantatory."—Kristen Kubečka, BOMB"I am so happy to have [If I Gather Here and Shout], to read it and re-read it."—Drew Zeiba, Document Journal"If I Gather Here and Shout gives us the beauty and terror that resist scientific objectivity, the "birth-body" morphing to evade all forms of capture. In a cosmology that perceives the living, dead, and unborn as a single unit, these poems show me that illness is only the universe seeking karmic equilibrium."—Angie Sijun Lou, The Whitney Review"Omojola writes through song and swell, rhythmic beats and pulse. . . The poems are rhythmic, propulsive, pushing at and against medical crises and systemic violence across a prose-lyric staggered into clusters, each cluster delineated by the modesty of a single, black page." —rob mclennan"In If I Gather Here and Shout, “survival is joy,” a frenetic bliss that makes this debut pack an especially smarting punch. Omojola’s collection is not simply a declaration of resistance, but a reconfiguration of our relationship to disability and illness that enchants the body and reintroduces music to our souls thrumming for song."—Turi Sioson, ONLY POEMS
