"Steve Dickison’s Inside Song will remind you that music is the fundament of poetry and poetry is music and one of the ways our wounds can be healed and we can sustain those around us is through sound. These poems attempt to do this work by being attuned to the 'inside song' 'cultivated somewhere beyond the horizon line.' Dickison’s ears are open and his poems bear the mark of listening to a common bell. But in the surveillance state it is not only poets who listen and make songs, so the book ponders how we form renegade songs and build passage to what we have to do without knowing in advance what that is. Because, as the book says, what befalls us befalls us together. Rolling around in the cinders and phoenixing therefrom. Palpating the signs, raising the names, and listening always listening."
—Alli Warren

"Inside Song is what Jean Toomer might have written after Cane had he lived long enough to be alive “today,” after, say, 1964, 2009, Michael Brown, after— in brief—impossibility, a cognate—not antonym—of 'liberation.' Titled with sass ('is poem is called Zora Neale Hurston because.'), directed by a historical consciousness nimble enough to glide among the iterations of what Amiri Baraka once called the blues impulse (from jazz to r&b and 'after') and confounding master and slave narratives of evolution or decline, Inside Song orients itself toward the horizon that is black music, that prospect of, and model for, a freedom which beckons and warns: 'Study the bee. Study the baited bird.'”
—Tyrone Williams