"Tough, yet tender, these poems by Edmund August ask us to reimagine the
world in startling new ways. Sometimes, they are as haunting as the hounds
in his title, baying at the moon. Other times, they are cool as a young
Ray Charles smoking a cigarette on a balcony overlooking the Champs
d'Elysee. I dare you to read these poems and be unmoved."|
--- Fred Smock
"Ed August brings to his Eastern Kentucky raisings what Chris Offutt brings to his in prose, writing that is passionate, raw, and unsparing. These poems have a pull to them that is as sure and irresistible as the moon. Like the proverbial blacksmith's horseshoe, they heat from the inside out."
--- Richard Taylor, author of Earth Bones and Girty
"Edmund August's Kentucky moon lights the way for the reader throughout this book. It often blushes tenderly on a wooden porch or works to soften the grief at a new grave. Most frequently, though, it rages fiercely through
prison windows and the stingy mountain farmlands of the South. These are muscular poems of place if ever I've read any, but these words aren't nostalgic syrup: they are melancholy, violent, and bone-rattling true."
--- Kathleen Driskell, author of Laughing Sickness