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The poem "Fur" by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: My face in the mirror? A little too much; Last Line: home from the bar. Pete's her tarantula.

In one direction the drip of rainwater off formerly rain-dusted plastic piping along the highway, in the other African sand moiling the blue to a haze overhead. Mud puppies are gorging on fish eggs in the shallow water underneath the railroad trestle. The eight-spotted forester moth dragging its burning wings home ("hopeless")... Blood spreading, a swarm, across the highway centerline attended by a turkey vulture, maybe a black crowned night heron... Everything, from the tops of cellphone towers on down, begins popping like heated-up tin. [Extracted from the article]

I David lives on Baugo Bay, a series of canals surrounded by wetlands, where the St. Joseph River and Baugo Creek meet close to the Indiana and Michigan border. i PHOTO (COLOR) Did you hear the shocking news? You pass an hour in your car, your face a thing imagined, large billboard, blue showers, steam escaping through those registered teeth. Your walk near the reeds is shockingly of no significance to each member of your local wildlife association - a Canada goose, for example. [Extracted from the article]

The poem "Recipe" by David Dodd Lee is presented. First line: You carry things at a right angle; Last Line: I used to go on these walks all the time.

Because I live in some underbelly beyond the usual scrutiny and in the morning the treadmill of my legs stands immobile my mind spins drags with it the interminable flora and fauna of my days the mating of snapping turtles the cormorant who could never be a duck she hangs so low in the river she's no snake bird the anhinga but looks like the loch ness monster at a meeting of concerned fisherpersons the vote is 23 to 16 to shoot bottle rockets at the cormorant consumer of sport fish this submarine serpentWhat comes next unfortunately but an important part of the record is I got to pee but me not saying it out loud O the persistence of perception the thing is I sing some of the time coming out of the shower I smile as well at YouTube I opine about my cat who caught and ate a fly just now ever sit inside a quiet room prepared for the day wearing a fine button- down shirt when a knock comes and you sigh and then open the door Hello! My head's still in the clouds I keep dreaming I'm floating downriver when I should be updating my CV the committee for killing fish-consuming birds tilts their brows leeward as the commissioner of overreach bends his brow windward says Devilish Bird!. [Extracted from the article]

The poem "CVS Health Corporation" by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: The light in there is like an eclipse just before closing. The glasses I prefer have a 1980s aviator Last Line: need that in a bag.

The poem "The Parents" by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: It took forever. Last Line: Once again and think.

Presents the poem "Fish Lake," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: I said it to McCormack (fake name) driving past the egg stand, Last Line: shore—across from the boat launch—where no one had ever lived.

Presents the poem "Two Morality Songs," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: (with assistance from a snapping turtle); Last Line: Casper the friendly bee.

The poem "THE MUTE BUTTON," by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: A pause is what fills the bottom; Last Line: Flying in and out of the open windows.

The poem "UNGULATE IN THE PENTHOUSE OF THE WINTER TICK," by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: It came insinuating itself up the stairway tower- Last Line: My color releases its secret...

The article presents the poem "Sylvia Plath," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: It's trenchant; Last Line: the old ways long gone for abusing the moon.

The poem "The Silence" by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: Shoes grinding sand on flagstone, Last Line: Permission.

The poem "Mishawa Avenue, After Snow" by David Dodd Lee is presented. First Line: I think the avenues; Last Line: In summer.

The article presents the poem "One Evening, a Train," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: God likes us for ourselves; Last Line: is a temple.

The article presents the poem "I Love To Have Dreams and Have Them Come True," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: A can of Coke bleeds on a lawn in the Hamptons. Another; Last Line: It's a glowing idea, horse following horse into a paint-chipped harbor.

The article presents the poem "Tricycle," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: About this unhappiness: Maybe unimportance isn't such a bad thing after all.

The article presents the poem "Erotic Double," by David Dodd Lee. First Line: He says he doesn't feel well; Last Line: You. You are a very pleasant person.

Presents the poem "In The Honeymoon Suite," by David Dodd Lee.

Presents the poem "Tiny Graves," by David Dodd Lee.

Presents the poem "Duplicate Trigger," by David Dodd Lee.

Presents the poem "Detour: Tampa," by David Dodd Lee.

Presents the poem "Inside/Outside," by David Dodd Lee.