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This chapbook is the inaugural issue for St. Andrews Review: Digital & Print Chapbook Series in honor of those poets and writers who have published in St. Andrews Review or through the St. Andrews University Press.
In Elegies for Small Game, Shelby Stephenson continues his celebration of place, family, and memory. But here there is a new eloquence and authority of rhyme and ballad form, with laments for those who have gone on, and odes to hunting dogs, songs for game like possums and rabbits, a gallery of portraits of people and loved pets, and even imaginary pets of childhood. In poem after poem Stephenson catches the exuberance of childhood, the romance of hot-rods, the delight of barnyard basketball, and the poignant poetry of birdlife in the countryside. In dialogue and hymn, this singer and laureate meditates on issues of race, history, and the bonds of abiding love. -Robert Morgan
Shelby Stephenson can walk out his back door-even in his sleep, it seems, so tithed to the land is his subconscious-and see what lies hidden before our very eyes: in the roods and plowsoles, the tree bark and creek beds, in his beloved spectre ancestors forever singing in his head. He writes about the mystery of the dirt-what it yields, what it reclaims-with more precision and prescience than any poet I can think of. I can hear him now, whispering his sacramental litany, his invocation: "it is nothing but a song-the long journey home." Fiddledeedee is Shelby at his best. Blessed be his wholly liturgical verse-the bard, the very voice, of North Carolina. -Joseph Bathanti, former Poet Laureate of North Carolina
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