Racecar 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 they’re 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 cloudsand darkness interrupted by the jest of stars.- excerpt from DINNER WITH MY SPIRITUAL ADVISOR AT PEACEMAKERRacecar Jesus converts the sacred into the ordinary—or perhaps, it’s the other way around.