There’s a well of wonders here. So says the title poem of Moon’s Yard, and it’s an epithet that can be as easily applied to the whole collection. It’s a book full of great and small wonders of the flesh, the spirit, and the supernatural. Most of all, though, this is a book that revels in the wonders of language, its sounds and shifts, and the ways in which a subtle trip can tip meaning into the unexpectedly profound or into the profane revelation of a delightfully excruciating pun.  – OZ HARDWICK