The author, a novelist, describes his life as he and his wife moved to a farm in Vermont, becoming a goatherd and cheesemaker.

In a wind-battered Mayo cottage, playwright Jack Ferris tries to salvage something from his broken love affair with Catherine Adams. Drink and despair drove her away; can his imagination call her back? But as he summons up her past, Jack finds he has also called up Catherine's RUC father and a whole dangerous world of opposed traditions.

The poems in James Najarian's debut collection are by turns tragic and mischievous, always with an exuberant attention to form. Najarian turns his caprine eye to the landscapes and history of Berks Country, Pennsylvania, and to the middle east of his extended Armenian family. These poems examine our bonds to the earth, to animals, to art and to desire. From "Goat Song" I start up in my wide suburban bed, patting the mattress, hoping they are real, and call the names that seem to be for strippers: Candy, Ceffie, Bambi, Serenade. Just as the names come out, I understand them decades--caprine generations--gone, leaving me only with a kind surmise: that somewhere their uncountable-great grandkids are cramming their mouths with rose and thistle, breaking out of other pastures, with some other boy. "In blank verse, free verse, stanzas and syllabics rhymed with delicate quirkiness, the poems of The Goat Songs are sure-footed and nimble."--A.E. Stallings, author of Olives and judge

The three billy goats outsmart the hungry troll who lives under the bridge.

Bill Grogan's pesky goat has been eating clothes and getting into lots of trouble. When Bill gets rid of him he ends up on a train with an engineer and a group of raucous barnyard animals and sets off on a great adventure. This hilarious story is written in verse.

Winner of the 1994 Lamont Poetry selection of The Academy of American Poets. "Kelly has a talent for coaxing out the world's ghosts and then fixing them in personal landscapes of fear and uncertainty.... Smoothed by nuances of sound and rhythm, her poems exude an ambiguous wisdom, an acceptance of the sad magic that returns us constantly to the lives we might have led."--Library Journal