RaveForeword ReviewsHer collection begins at the end—of history and space, Earth and humanity—a sweeping panorama. Slowly she pulls in, frame by frame, to the present, the near past, the life of her father, deceased, the neighbors, her lover taking the dog for a walk, until she is as near to a thing as can be, the life growing inside her—a world fantastic as Mars, \'The room is red, like ourselves /on the inside.\' Her poems traverse dark matter—the soul, god, cruelty—a journey lit by stars ... Like the best films, Smith’s \'camera work\' is smooth and unobtrusive. Her language moves with ease, its artifice covert, the use of form is deft and subtle, the sounds—a mirthful tumbling in the mouth ... an elegant exploration of a metaphysical universe beyond what can be known and the strange wonder of life as we know it.
