Space Struck

If you are holding this book, know that you are holding a work of wild and tender imagination. You are holding distance and saints and orchards and mouths. You are holding the full-length debut of Paige Lewis, a gifted poet whose words bring the light of elsewhere to this planet. I have been holding my breath for this book; now it, with loving strangeness, is holding mine. --Heather Christle I don't have faith in much these days, but I do have immense belief in Paige Lewis, in the spaces they create (and deliciously destroy) inside each marvelous poem, 'where we all fit.' Lyn Hejinian writes, 'The mouth is just a body filled with imagination...' and this collection is a master class on the prosody of repletion. Lewis revels in cerebral delight despite the rigid contours of anxiety, creeping at each poem's periphery. By the end of the book we are looking up, not at the stars, but at Lewis--shining with a planetary pull. Space Struck is a wondrous arrival. --Tiana Clark In this mighty and marvelous debut (emphasis on the marvel), Paige Lewis gifts us with lush and provocative bounty on every page all while displaying their considerable gifts of grace. The poems in Space Struck read like a kind of alchemy I've simply not seen before--I'm so charmed by declarations like, 'I spent years living with ghosts/ strung between my teeth...they made me the delicate/gulper i am today.' After reading this lyric record of save and savor for this glorious planet, I am quite disarmed. I am quite undone. --Aimee Nezhukumatathil