"There's an erotic Godliness in Scearce's poetry, that is unsurpassed in contemporary queer poetry. The poems in Among the Confessional Relics seem birthed from a choir loft of divine ecstasy& rigorous self-confession.Relicsis an unabashedly ballsy work by a poet who is on top of his powers to unify and heal. Scearce has Frank O'Hara's reverence for dailiness and the mantra breadth of Walt Whitman. Scearce's surreal images rock my chakras " -Regie Cabico, Poet, Publisher of Capturing Fire Press "The language of Among the Confessional Relics is headlong, incantatory, gorgeous. In the poems, philosophical and theological questions wrestle like angels with the body, always, and with desire. The poems refuse death, even while they mourn, even as they travel "in between worlds" to find meaning in our ecstatic relation to the divine and to one another and to our very joy." -Sarah Browning, author of Killing Summer and founding director of Split This Rock