Brendan Joyce's Personal Problem is a smart and smarting collection of communist poetry for our capitalist crisis. Joyce's sensibility is dreamy (but not in the twee way), droll (but not in the posh way), and thoroughly exhausted (but not in the way that gives up). The collection, with its alternatingly flat and fiery exegesis of precarity and wage work and endings and beginnings and climate catastrophe and even the economics of its own existence, transcends most of what's out there.

Natalie Shapero, author of Popular Longing

"In cigarettes, six months' rent / is a year" Brendan Joyce's thrilling poems keep time to the beat of capitalism. We're going down, but Joyce is here to bring "the wreckage in from the wreckage, / into the wreckage." If you don't read him, you will die alone, simple as that.

Michael Robbins, author of Walkman and Equipment for Living