Racecar Jesus by Travis Mossotti Jane Routh its beings

its beings

her reputation has lagged behind in the West

here are graffitied tiles and household jugs

sexy and brilliantly honest - a rich mix of sharply observed

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Racecar Jesus by Travis Mossotti Jane Routh its beingsRacecar Jesus, winner of the Christopher Smart Joan Alice Poetry Prize, turns the wheel of western spirituality with equal parts western skepticism, and the poems work toward practical enlightenment the way a bricklayer might; only, what theyre building is the opposite edifice: I am a ruin of questions. Where once there was a temple, only pillars. Where once a roof, now only clouds and darkness interrupted by the jest of stars. excerpt from DINNER