"In Lynchian, Adrian Sanders quickly sweeps us into a 'world that is both smaller & bigger than' ours. These poems twitch with insects, clang with monkey alarms, and smell like the tobacco, earth, stale coffee, and Tide that I imagine Harry Dean Stanton smells like. Full of love and melancholy for the misunderstood, these poems sweep you into a world that is so much like ours, but in this one, there’s a bit more neon, a bit more music in the air, and you’ll always feel a little bit off balance."

-David Wojciechowski, author of Dreams I Never Told You & Letters Never Sent

"Lynchian is a love letter to David Lynch, highlighting the sheer beauty of even the most mundane moments in the filmmaker’s stranger works. Nothing Lynch does is by accident, and Sanders reminds us of this with stunning lines that capture these brief moments in time (“like a flame burning brightly/but when she left, gone was the glow of”) and send the reader floating off into the cosmic ether (“There is a Heaven, you are it."

- Lauren Badillo Milici, author of Sad Sexy Catholic