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?"--Publisher website.
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