“Worldly but never jaded, these poems ‘catalogue the wild hawk-eyed heart’ with a judicious eye, meticulous diction, a taut line, and devastating clarity. Beeson’s
voice is as effortless as old money and as keen as a fish knife. Reader, you’ll be gutted
in the best possible way.”
—Julie Sheehan, author of Bar Book and Orient Point
“Witty, droll, smart, emotionally honest, playful, brilliant, Miranda Beeson is
a poet’s poet and a reader’s poet. She can be both light-hearted and, upon re-reading
a poem, down-beat and existential, as dark as an eclipse of the moon. Sometimes
her poems pull you in conspiratorially, like an old best friend; other times, there is
a stark beauty, cold and passionate, as Yeats would say, as the dawn.”
—M. G. Stephens, author of King Ezra and The Brooklyn Book of the Dead
“With an eye ‘brilliant as a black diamond,’ Miranda Beeson seizes moments
of contemporary life and plunges their contradictions into the poems of Wildlife. Kaleidoscopic and zesty Wildlife abounds in Beeson’s piercingly observed inconsistencies, whether the poet encounters a Home Depot or a man without a home. Among Wildlife’s most memorable poems are those about memory
itself, especially the elegies for a brother killed. Sexuality and beauty twist in a
biting and poignant helix. It’s a very wild ride in this life, Beeson reminds us.”
—Molly Peacock, author of A Friend Sails in on a Poem
“While many books open with narratives of fact, Wildlife opens by inviting
questions—what is actual, what dream, what invented? The reader, too, asks the question (from ‘Continuous Present’), What’s next? There is a vigorous restlessness
to Wildlife. The turning of the page is a drama.”
—Lynn Emanuel