Space Struck e-bog

This astonishing, self-assured debut leads us on an exploration to the stars and back, begging us to reconsider our boundaries of self, time, space, and knowledge. The speaker writes, "e;...the universe/is an arrow/without end/and it asks only one question;/How dare you?"e; Zig-zagging through the realms of nature, science, and religion, one finds St. Francis sighing in the corner of a studio apartment, tides that are caused by millions of oysters "e;gasping in unison,"e; an ark filled with women in its stables, and prayers that reach God fastest by balloon. There's pathos: "e;When my new lover tells me I'm correct to love him, I/realize the sound isn't metal at all. It's not the coins rattling/ on concrete, but the fingers scraping to pick them up."e; And humor, too: "e;...even the sun's been sighing Not you again/when it sees me."e; After reading this far-reaching, inventive collection, we too are startled, space struck, our pockets gloriously "e;filled with space dust."e;