Stunningly musical and stylistically varied, the poems in Hungry Moon have the effect of a flyover view of terrain pocked with domestic and social unease. The reconnaissance we receive -- red stuffing spilling out of a childs cheek torn by a dog; a cello cases lining exposed like a body split down the middle -- makes us think there is no safe place to land. But Goodman is expert at steering our gaze to identify landmarks in the natural world to bring us safely down; these sonically rich and surprising poems are lessons in perception, obliging us to look at the world from a distance and then up close, touch what is in front of us, like a stone from a rockslide -- I pick one up, / hold my hand over the black draft, then put it back -- to learn from, and move on. -- Curtis Bauer. Contributions by Center for Literary Publishing, Colorado State University