In his new collection, Jeffrey McDaniel confronts the insular and expansive qualities of loss. With electric language and surrealistic imagery, McDaniel's poems deliver the quotidian elements of middle-age life while weaving us in & out of childhood and adulthood alongside body and mind. The tragic and life affirming share the same page and the same world, reminding us how close corruption can be to innocence; domesticity to fantasy; aging to youth. JonathanWe are underwater off the coast of Belize.The water is lit up even though its darkas if there are illuminated seashellsscattered on the ocean floor.We re not wearing oxygen tanks,yet staying underwater for long stretches.We are looking for the body of the boywe lost. Each year he grows a little older.Last December I opened his knapsackand stuck in a plastic box of carrots.Even though we re underwater, we heara song playing over a policeman s radio.He comes to the shoreline to parkand eat midnight sandwiches, his headlightsfanning out across the harbor.And I hold you close, apple of my closed eye,red dance of my opened fist.
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