This buoyant book meets today's anxiety and isolation with fresh hope.

Serious and laughing, No Earth But This wants a new world (gentler and with less climate change) and a new human body (more resilient and with better thighs). But we get only one of each. From astronauts hoping " life on another planet will be more bearable" to awkward guests at a body-positivity class, these poems ask how we can love the imperfect place and bodies we inhabit-- and how they already love us back.

The idea " There's no Earth / earth but this," runs throughout, noting the similarity of " humus" and " human." We're dirt, then? If so, we're all related-- and kind of a mess.

Insisting we're on one team and most things will turn out okay, this book offers:

1) community-focused poems-- like the surprisingly assuring " You' d Think by Now We Could Spell ' Apocalypse' Without Looking It Up,"

2) individual poems about making family; queerness and spirituality; and the eye surgery that botched the poet's vision-- his only eyes, his only body-- so he lost hope and had to find it again.

Accessible and shareable, No Earth But This widens its (damaged) eyes & declares: " Sometimes-- despite everything we've lost-- I swear we were all meant to be here this precise second, together under the same ozone."