Ray McManus’s third book of poetry, Punch., is a call for the claw-hammer, a hymn to the steel toe, and a series of lonely missives from truck cabs and office cubicles. Punch. is a book about work, about the will that rises and the dust that falls. It is about being “lost, hungry, and hopeless, creeping toward the pipelines in a '78 Buick Regal with Big Star on the radio.” Sometimes angry, sometimes darkly funny, these lean and muscular poems explore the world of punching in and punching out, the punch-drunk and the sucker-punched. Whether the poems are tightened by the rhythm of a hard hand, or the lines sprawl across the page with swagger, there is real music here. Brute voices, contemplative and haunting, speak to us with unwavering self-conflict and salty confidence. In these poems, life is a struggle and the end is already written, but there's something deeply moving about the resilience and resistance of these voices: “Lunch won't be here / for another hour,” one says, “so when the rain / comes, it is welcome.” McManus's third book, "Punch.," is a call for the claw-hammer, a hymn to the steel toe, and a series of lonely missives from truck cabs and office cubicles. Punch. is a book about work, about the will that rises and the dust that falls. It is about being "lost, hungry, and hopeless, creeping toward the pipelines in a 78 Buick Regal with Big Star on the radio." Sometimes angry, sometimes darkly funny, these lean and muscular poems explore the world of punching in and punching out, the punch-drunk and the sucker-punched. Whether the poems are tightened by the rhythm of a hard hand, or the lines sprawl across the page with swagger, there is real music here. Brute voices, contemplative and haunting, speak to us with unwavering self-conflict and salty confidence. In these poems, life is a struggle and the end is already written, but there's something deeply moving about the resilience and resistance of these voices: "Lunch won't be here / for another hour," one says, "so when the rain / comes, it is welcome." Ray McManus is the author of two previous poetry collections and a chapbook. He is a winner of the Marick Press Poetry Prize (2010) and a winner of the South Carolina First Book Prize from the University of South Carolina Press (2007). His poetry has appeared in many journals such as Nimrod, The Los Angeles Review, The Asheville Poetry Review, Borderlands , and The Arkansas Review . He is an Assistant Professor of English in the Division of Arts and Letters at USC Sumter, where he teaches creative writing, Irish literature, and rhetoric and composition.