i pray for eyes like foxes
to keep me swift
and ever cunning
to see through false light
and shifting danger
and keep me to the path.
Brave and unflinching, Like Blood on a Dog’s Teeth comes gracious and asking; Nivik has loved and they’ve lived, and it’s time to take stock. From youth to adulthood, from lost pup to collared, these poems reflect on the bright lights and rough loves, the selfhood of aging and all that it costs. Stark and unforgiving, Nivik’s attentive articulation is the mirror we can’t duck. Who’s firm hold is there when you’re scared in the evening? Who will you be when the party is over? Who’s heeling who stepping into the dawn?
Praise for Like Blood on a Dog’s Teeth
“I see blood where you see light.” Nivik tells us in this unrelenting and uncompromising treatise on transness that feels like a neon soaked rave of violence and joy, until It doesn’t. This unflinching text balances an interest in the precarious vulnerability of being trans in this current political moment and a wary focus on how we survive it. What do we do after the party, when we are red-eyed and sick, and the wolves of the world are chewing through the doors? Nivik has the courage and skill to ask the right questions and answers with something transcendent. With beautiful imagery and fearless honesty, Like Blood on a Dog's Teeth patiently thumps its tail, growls its greeting, and plops a found and perfect treasure at your feet.
-Billie Sainwood, What Was Eaten Was Given
No one teaches us how to age gracefully in the queer community; Nivik does the best job of it I've seen thus far. Their poems are elegaic exposés on an utterly new queer condition: what it's like to have loved and lost, to have danced until you're no longer the pretty young thing in the middle of the rave, to have had raw, unbridled intimacy in an age where the only epidemic people are worried about doesn't have to do with your sexuality. The animal imagery throughout, often classical, often beat, tells the tale of a dog who is lost and abandoned, found again, found again, and still possessing an immense, inane appetite. And whether you're a pup or a furry, a kinkster or a prude, a dom daddy or a sadistic sub, Nivik's poems are a dog unto themselves: they'll go for your throat, and you won't know until you're done whether their bite is one of love or of hunger. Or maybe they're both the same
-Thurston Howl, Fenris Publishing
eBook included with every print purchase and available for sale on release day.
Release Date: January 21, 2026
ISBN: 978-1-964932-24-8
100 pages
i pray for eyes like foxes
to keep me swift
and ever cunning
to see through false light
and shifting danger
and keep me to the path.
Brave and unflinching, Like Blood on a Dog’s Teeth comes gracious and asking; Nivik has loved and they’ve lived, and it’s time to take stock. From youth to adulthood, from lost pup to collared, these poems reflect on the bright lights and rough loves, the selfhood of aging and all that it costs. Stark and unforgiving, Nivik’s attentive articulation is the mirror we can’t duck. Who’s firm hold is there when you’re scared in the evening? Who will you be when the party is over? Who’s heeling who stepping into the dawn?
Praise for Like Blood on a Dog’s Teeth
“I see blood where you see light.” Nivik tells us in this unrelenting and uncompromising treatise on transness that feels like a neon soaked rave of violence and joy, until It doesn’t. This unflinching text balances an interest in the precarious vulnerability of being trans in this current political moment and a wary focus on how we survive it. What do we do after the party, when we are red-eyed and sick, and the wolves of the world are chewing through the doors? Nivik has the courage and skill to ask the right questions and answers with something transcendent. With beautiful imagery and fearless honesty, Like Blood on a Dog's Teeth patiently thumps its tail, growls its greeting, and plops a found and perfect treasure at your feet.
-Billie Sainwood, What Was Eaten Was Given
No one teaches us how to age gracefully in the queer community; Nivik does the best job of it I've seen thus far. Their poems are elegaic exposés on an utterly new queer condition: what it's like to have loved and lost, to have danced until you're no longer the pretty young thing in the middle of the rave, to have had raw, unbridled intimacy in an age where the only epidemic people are worried about doesn't have to do with your sexuality. The animal imagery throughout, often classical, often beat, tells the tale of a dog who is lost and abandoned, found again, found again, and still possessing an immense, inane appetite. And whether you're a pup or a furry, a kinkster or a prude, a dom daddy or a sadistic sub, Nivik's poems are a dog unto themselves: they'll go for your throat, and you won't know until you're done whether their bite is one of love or of hunger. Or maybe they're both the same
-Thurston Howl, Fenris Publishing
eBook included with every print purchase and available for sale on release day.
Release Date: January 21, 2026
ISBN: 978-1-964932-24-8
100 pages
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