Racecar Jesus by Travis Mossotti Jane Routh here are graffitied tiles and

here are graffitied tiles and household jugs

her reputation has lagged behind in the West

elegantly reflects on memory

these poems consolidate and extend the achievement of one of the country’s most exciting poets

surprised by the next turn in the line

Racecar Jesus by Travis Mossotti Jane Routh here are graffitied tiles andRacecar 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