Faunics is a fully articulated (compactly composed and beautifully structured) book of poems grounded in deep appreciation and knowledge of nature and in sophisticated language play (the sound and the sense), making it a strangely wonderful hybrid: animal kingdom meets Paul Celan. Erudite yet unassuming, each of the small poems in this highly allusive book is like a seed: planted in a reader, it grows and grows. Emily Dickinson. This is a first book that has been quietly germinating for something like thirty years. Jack Davis has cared much more for his craft, for the making, than he has for getting out there and getting ahead. He has finally responded to Pedlar's often-repeated requests for a manuscript, Beth Follett having heard tell of this poetic genius happily working away in obscurity. Author, editor and publisher are perfectly met in Faunics, a poetic project of deep substance and virtuosic musicality.