Jane Blue’s BLOOD MOON is a book of passionate poems: passion in the usual form, of love lost and love found, or of a saint’s passion, surprisingly, perhaps, not so different; of a passion for words and the tearing apart of words to strip them of euphemisms and the ordinary, the taken-for-granted; of passion for family and the myths of memory. The impulse to write comes from the poet’s reading, responses to art, to nature found not in exotic places but in the backyard or the neighborhood. They are thoughtfully crafted and urge the reader to live.