VERSE DAILY


I've got a poem on Verse Daily today. Along with the attendant
links and info. Pretty nice. The poem's in the new book, The
Coldest Winter on Earth.

brunch viewing

The Coldest Winter on Earth is available at Amazon, right here.
Though it's under the name "David Lee" (no "Dodd") so this could
be, to some, a book by the other David Lee, the pig poet, as some
call him (he's good). I'm sure the name will be adjusted. In the
meantime, pop for the book.

AN EXPLANATION

How can I say I live where you live.

I’m brought down from the sky. I’m intimate with

    the air

that sweeps over the other terrestrial faces. We’re all eating the same

chance to be forgotten, midges we’ll never swat. So I float down to you

where  the oxygen streams, we get in the bed, we’re animals behaving . . .

   I don’t
know how long the other life took. The tadpole, everyone’s child,

loses its tail and the head bulges out of the water

and the eyes say I’m not afraid to die. I want to go home.

from the short story "Phenomena," by Ron Carlson

"First of all, I’m not one of these people who ever wanted to see a UFO, an unidentified flying object. I have never wanted to see an unidentified anything. The things in my life, I identify, that’s good with me. I’m not one of these people who is strange or weirded-out over unexplained phenomena. I don’t want any phenomena at all, and we’re lucky in Cooper, because there isn’t much phenomena. About the time there is a little phenomena, I identify the phenomena and throw them in jail."

published originally in the book News of the World