Poetry. Women's Studies, LGBTQIA Studies. "Space can be a cold abyss, or it can be a tender darkness where we remake what haunts us. 'It's hard to make progress / with old science' but I dare you to tell me Aly Pierce's poems don't draw on all the former stories told about the stars to make a new cosmos where every planet or moon is a person we know intimately. These poems circle the unknown until we recognize it as already part of us. I read them & feel smaller than I realized I was, but what a gift to find the known universe granular as it travels through Pierce's lens, at once exploding & perfected by attention. Here, the vocabulary of particle physics, of math, of medicine, of humility, of grief, of orbit, is a limitless love language we all have in common."--Emily O'Neill