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The official publication date is the 27th of November 2025.

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ISBN 978 1 903090 63 3



(c) Cassandra Moss 2025.



I have never read anything that so deftly, artfully, relentlessly skewers the fluid dynamics of selving in a world where inside and outside, 'fleshy thing' and 'thinking thing', self and world, interpenetrate and complicate each other endlessly. If 'Work Through' claims that ''It's crucial that there's demarcated / inside space and outside space / Vital for a sense of this and that', every line and beat of Unstoppable Utopia shows that there is no 'through', that demarcation is as arbitrary and deictic as the distinction between this and that. These poems are seeded with lines (like ''I wonder if all people wish to separate their outline from their substance') that put words to things that I (maybe you and we too?) have always been thinking wordlessly. If 'a person is absolutely ineffable', these poems find ways to eff aspects of personhood that I've never seen in words before.



—Ellen Dillon, author of Fare Thee Well Miss Carousel 



Within this 'unstoppable utopia/of content' in which we're bound, Moss pries open apertures by which the social hieroglyphic is felt anew and through which we might steal past its machinery, intimately 'under the arch of saliva between their/parting lips'. Follow these dangling, indeterminate prepositions (the away, around, out, on, up, and through which work occupies us) toward other possibilities of the social, short-circuiting Grok—listen to Cassandra.



—Sean Pierson, author of The Perfect Season.



With Unstoppable Utopia, Cassandra Moss takes us inside the very thought-work that plagues all poets: while "no one could ever know of my schisms", these poems nonetheless — like the protagonists in "Work Out" — make us the reader of these poems "accomplices in the retrieval of each other's feelings about their experiences". These are experiences that include, of course, the strange "continuity within me when so many selves have perished". Through these poems, those continuities and disaggregations are contained and circumvented even as we are "in need of help and excavation / An uprooting."



—David Toms, author of Pacemaker.