Honey and Junk

About this book

"The wry poems in Dana Goodyear's debut collection are like wrecked pastorals whose narrator seeks temporary pleasure in wit, form, rhyme, or the borrowed weekend house. Inching toward consolation in the face of sudden, fluke-ish loss - of a father, a lover, a notion of security - the poet candidly examines the reconfigured world. Elegies for the dead are like conversations overheard or recounted dreams: full of portent and mystery, but devastating nonetheless."--Jacket.