Laura Kasischke's 'Space, in Chains' treks through the enigmatic landscape of human consciousness with verses that combine the mysticism of medieval lyrics with the stark reality of contemporary life. The collection is an architectural marvel of poetry, where each stanza constructs a haunt of memories, capturing the reflective moments that oscillate between the ethereal and the tangible. Kasischke's poems—a chorus of ghostly voices and fragmented narratives—are bound together like the very chains of space they envisage, conjuring images of lightning in stagnant waters and soaring through subways as if bearing the secret laughter of enchanted children.