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