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David Dodd Lee

David Dodd Lee

David Dodd Lee's recent poems have appeared in Blackbird, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Pool, Denver Quarterly, Slope,
, Laurel Review, Nerve, and Massachusett's Review. He is the editor of the annual poetry and fiction anthology, SHADE, published by Four Way Books. Lee is also the publisher of Half Moon Bay poetry chapbooks, which include titles by Franz Wright and Hugh Seidman. In the past he has served as poetry editor at Third Coast and Passages North. He has worked as a park ranger, a fisheries technician, and a journalist. He received the MFA degree in 1993, after taking a BFA in painting and Art History in the eighties. He teaches creative writing at Indiana University South Bend.

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Abrupt Rural

Abrupt RuralAbrupt Rural

$14.00 paper | 52 Pages
ISBN-13: 978-1-930974-38-8
Publication Date: Spring 2004
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A Green Rose Book

An Inland Seas Poetry Book

"With seductive intensity, David Dodd Lee’s poems lead us through the goldenrod to the glade, to those sacred places of anonymity where we find our greatest affirmations of faith. Abrupt Rural is an eloquent collection whose words are shaped from silence, like first prayers we learn to trust."
         —Dzvinia Orlowsky

“David Dodd Lee’s Abrupt Rural is as exquisite as it is excruciating, though in a matter-of-fact, even understated way; it surprised me with its afterburn, and left me disoriented and oddly happy.”
        —Claire Bateman


In the Black Kitchen

It begins early, arc crumbling over the yard with its salt bird baths.
Then you dream of the banister gleaming, your hand
from atop the stairs gripping a tiny casket. Heat gathers above the local graveyard
that dusts so resolutely the young men’s shoes with its flags.
This is where the shadows meet the white wall. Since
you were a boy you’ve moved unmolested right through them.
But you are never alone. You are never without the crumbs
your father scraped off your black toast. The whiter the appliance
the rounder its corners. The reflections on the floor are cut into many small pieces.
There’s nowhere to hide. He keeps looking in the window at you.