David Dodd Lee
Reading Animalities is like inhaling and exhaling innumerable versions of life—and like life, these poems embrace “carnage and joy”: “the sun on the horizon bleeding…/ where the loons swim in it by moonlight still laughing.” The curious juxtaposition of the familiar with the surreal—“the flaming peonies,” “black lemons floating on white water. ”—contemplates the question, “Why is there something instead of nothing?”
“I’ll Be Right with You,” from Animalities:
I flipped a coin into a soda bottle and wanted to believe in something I had yet to discover. Like when one of my pills rolls across the kitchen floor. You'd think there was a great order underlying all things.