Fat Moon Rising

Phebe Davidson's poems are bridges into stillness. Without the shrill overtones of political agenda or the easy clich��of roadside rural postcards, she speaks for the blues-haunted dispossessed of America. Her aim is the other side of silence, where Wallace Stevens tells us "the poet is the priest of the invisible." If so, she is a priestess of the unspoken, the mythical, the tactile smoky grist of human interaction, and she weaves her apt, indestructible lines balanced on this unseen air.Keith Flynn Author: The Golden Ratio, Editor: The Asheville Poetry Review Phebe Davidson's Fat Moon Rising, like an irresistible, generous confidante, invites a reader to return, and often. The eloquent lamentations for losses past and pending and the keen, pithy images of nature and of our natures, are reasons enough to savor this new collection. At the book's heart lie Davidson's updated perspectives on classic fairy tales. These passionate poems haunt memory with wit, lyricism and sure technique which lead us into dark forests of love and betrayal and home again.Linda Lee Harper Author: Kiss, Kiss In Fat Moon Rising, Phebe Davison creates a world populated by mythic animals and passionate men and women. As in good short fiction, her characters encounter each other. She is fearless, formally playful and, above all, wild. She's a little like Wile E. Coyote, who takes risks regardless of odds: "Time after time he's flatter/ Than a pancake but he always pops// Back into shape." Davidson says things in her poems most contemporary poets wouldn't dare to.Sebastian Matthews Author: We Generous