The fourth collection by award-winning poet Nathan Hoks inhabits a world of flammable metaphors and spiritual fog machines with poems that are part elegy, part glitch, part lunar broadcast. Mermaids drift through industrial runoff, tongues appear in coffee, and friendship breaks apart into sea glass and static.

By turns humorous, mournful, and defiant, these odes and self-portraits blur the border between interior and exterior worlds as they wrestle with parenthood, loss, and ecological despair. Moony Days of Being is a book of hallucinatory clarity, a wager that even the broken can be buoyant in a poetic landscape where sorrow coexists with wild associative joy—and even a millipede is holy.