Howling at the Moon

Howling at the Moon is a singular work a hunger-ballad spanning several hundred lines and changing direction like a jack-rabbit. At one moment the verse is sturdy like a thigh at the next mercurial; wispish as the thrill of new love. The author has described the work as a poem that just wouldn't stop bloody going but at its core the book is an exploration of what people can't say and what a howl can.