New From Codhill Press
PEERING INTO INFINITY MIRRORS OF LOVE & GRIEF
“To anyone who has lost a love—which is all of us—a parent, child, friend, lover—these remarkable words are for you."
—John Pielmeier, author of Agnes of God and Hook’s Tale
“Deeply personal, deeply universal, Steve Lewis’ finely-crafted poems will clench your heart with salty grief, and then expand it, as love makes sacred ‘the sweet bread of sorrow.’ We are fortunate this imaginative and sensitive writer finds refuge in language.”
—Irene O’Garden, poet, author, Off-Broadway playwright
“Imagine Steve Lewis as a North Star just above the horizon. These pages hold sorrow, love, and the fierce ache of memory—not to explain the unspeakable, but to walk with it.
Each poem feels like a sacred stone placed gently along the path of return.”
—Larry Winters, The Making and Unmaking of a Marine
“A constant, haunting echo rings through Lewis’ fierce poetry mourning the impossibility of language when facing the loss of his grandson. However, the sorrow, grief and love pierce through, asking us to “live each day not as if it’s the first or the last, but the only day there is.” This is a beautiful book of poems I read and read again.”
—Mihai Grunfeld, Translator of Zoltán Roth, Inherited Words. A Testimony of Resilience.
“Steve Lewis proves that grief is a form of love … Everyone, anyone, one who has loved or who has lost someone will recognize this collection of poems as a source of solace. It is, at once, a masterpiece about grief and love.”
—David Masello, Editor in Chief, Art & Antiques
“Steve Lewis has the ability to enter my heart through his poems and connect with my unspeakable grief. Reading and rereading his work has given me some semblance of relief as I feel I’ve been heard.”
—Ellen Feldman, mother of Douglas Feldman, 1981-2019
“In this heartbreaking book, Steve Lewis fights against the echoing horror of a child lost forever. His greatest threat: despair. His only weapon: words. Words that bite as well as heal. This is the story of a struggle both personal and universal. May we all face our demons with Lewis’s grace and love.
—Jeremiah Horrigan, Journalist, son of Jack Horrigan, 1925-1973
"These are insightful poems that explore the true dimensions of deeply felt grief. One is uplifted by this honesty and artistry in the language."
—Michael Dille, (TBD, Denver, Colorado)
“I readied myself to read about death, but what I found was something else … the unflinching eye of someone who has seen the darkness, but who still rides headfirst into the morning light.”
—Lynn Edelson, Brewster, NY, Sister of Nathan Edelson, 1947-2023
“With the ‘…shriek of rusted wheels coming into the station, smoke and fiery embers piercing my eyes, doors sliding open into an endless darkness of blinding light,’ Lewis captures the anguish of a heart cracked open by the unimaginable loss of his beloved boy.”
—Rebecca Cochrane, Mother of Caleb Sauer, 1997-2022
“Steve takes his experience, his reality, and puts it into words that we can all understand. How he had the raw courage to do that is completely beyond me … these poems give you the experience of grief, an anatomy of grief and an evolution of grief, extending from here to wherever you can see and for however long you live.”
—Gerald Brody M.D., Emergency Physician for 40 years
“These are entirely generous poems.”
—Lisa Donati Mayer
“By allowing us into his grief Steven Lewis points us towards a path where we may become better acquainted with our own.”
—Big Joe Fitz, Blues Musician
