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15 August 2022

A collection of poems written by father and daughter during the Pandemic Year 2020.
"My father and I started talking about making a split collection of poetry together shortly before the pandemic began. And then he was hospitalized with Covid-19, and we all watched the world change. Together. Separately. It was then that I began to understand how important it was to share our voices in the same collection, to be read together. To not only write with him in the room, but to explicitly invite him in. To make something beautiful out of our conversation. To suffer together. To learn together. To dream of a better world." - Elizabeth Bayou-Grace (from the Introduction)
"Fire In Paradise by Elizabeth Bayou-Grace and her father, Steven Lewis, depicts and enacts the unbreakable and natural bond between parent and child, poet and poet, as well as the contrasting identities that develop between different generations. Relentlessly deep and pleasing, rhythmic, often Whitmanesque in style, all of life—mountains to oceans, integrations of family and culture and society—is here. Reading Fire in Paradise is walking slowly through a vast room of colorful hand-stitched and storied quilts. Pausing at each, listening to the discovery of identity and place, I hear the uttered words, words I learn from, and pocket, like ore." — Carla Carlson, author of Love and Oranges
"In this shared collection, Steven Lewis and Elizabeth Bayou-Grace, father and daughter, have crafted lyrical narratives of surging consciousness; intimacies that merge, step back, then call into question, all the while remaining completely grounded in their own voices. Bayou-Grace, the spirit-storm: radical, fiery, defiant, ecstatic. Lewis, the Chief: keen observer, master of storyline, invites the reader to revel and surrender to the essential pain and bliss embedded in suspended time." — Olivia Grayson, author of The Smoking Mirror
"'Family harmonies' take on a unique dimension in this new collection of poems displaying the easy swing of the younger poet, Elizabeth, in counterpoint to the measured lines of her father, Steven. Fragile mortality and wistful nostalgia blend with youthful urgency, 'the sacred and the profane,' and the constant presence and awareness of one's place on the planet to produce a book that resonates with the reader long after the last page is turned." —Gregg Weatherby, author of Before We Forget, winner of the Aurora Poetry Prize
"If our bodies are our houses, Elizabeth and her father's book of poems, Fire in Paradise, takes us to places in the home only courageous writers explore. Think of the basement where we go when life has rattled our doors. Think also of the roof, where we gaze upon the ocean, the mother of everything living. These poems are compass settings to find the beauty we survive for." — Black Peace Eagle (born Lawrence Winters), author of The Making and Unmaking of a Marine
EBG Introduction
Fire in Paradise
Driving Past the Corner of Comfort & Paradise
Two-Stepping
DEAFSKY
Backwardsing
Destroying The Thing We Loved
When The Party's Over
On the Day Before My Marriage
The First Winter
Hidden Shake, Shawangunk Mountains, N
Some Days I Want To Die
First Spring in Massachusetts
On The Day We Lose Count of What Day It Is / Cloud Villanelle
Practicing Saying Goodbye
John Prine and I Sat Down In My Closet With All My Overalls
Forty-Four Ways of Saying I Miss You
I Want to Write Something Other Than Elegies
@ Frank O'Hara re: Citrus
Sitting on a Yard Rug
Loss Vs. Idea of Loss
February 23, 2021
April's Storm for Duane Mark
Invasive Plants, Etc.
History
Residents of the Multitudes
SL Introduction
From My Hospital Bed
Through My Hospital Window
The Sad and Tender Hearts of Warriors (and Birds)
Another Good Thing About Almost Dying
Time to Step into the Light Again
Wednesday on the Porch
Around the Bend
For Ever
Fifty-Two Years
From A Rusted Beach Chair
Standing in the Eye
Rima Asks Why Three Line Stanzas
Ode to this Frail Body
We Walk on the Beach After Getting a Letter From Hattie
Atonement on Flower Mountain
Like Their Mothers
Still We Gather Together
Amazing Grace
Ode To Nothing: A November Rumination
Art on the Other Side: A Sonnet
Three Days After Thanksgiving
Four Days After Thanksgiving
A Week After Thanksgiving
Sitting Under a Live Oak in Port Royal, SC Considering the Blank Page
Acknowledgments