David Dodd Lee lives in Indiana, travels extensively in the United States from the Mojave Desert, Eureka Springs, Arkansas, the wilds of Kentucky, Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, to Alaska and the coast of Maine. His poems have appeared in The Nation, Field, Denver Quarterly, Nerve, Jacket, Court Green, and in many other places. He is the author of seven books, as well as editor of two poetry/ fiction anthologies (Shade, 2004, 2006) and a selected poems of Herbert Scott (The Other Life, Carnegie Mellon, 2010). He is also a photographer and painter. He teaches classes in poetry, publishing, and visual art at Indiana University, South Bend. He lives in Osceola, east of South Bend, on Baugo Bay.

Other poems by David Dodd Lee in Verse Daily:
March 17, 2011:   "Red Salmon" "You could relent a little..."
December 2, 2010:   "Columbia River" "the smell of the body..."
November 24, 2010:   "The Earth-Tone Madonna" "What were you..."
April 25, 2007:   "Tricycle" " About this unhappiness..."

Books by David Dodd Lee:

Other poems on the web by David Dodd Lee:
"North Carolina"
"Replacement Parts and the Soul"
"Postcard: Cape May"
"Models Demand and Mutate"
"Fit Under Here"
"Arc"
Two poems
Five poems
Two poems
"Curvature of the Spine"
"In the Black Kitchen"
Four poems
"After Diagnosis"

David Dodd Lee's Blog.

David Dodd Lee According to Wikipedia.

About The Coldest Winter on Earth:

"Obsessively, elegantly, poignantly, David Dodd Lee immerses himself in the mysterious intercourse of self and place."
—Franz Wright

"David Dodd Lee’s poems just don’t work like anyone else’s, they’re far too possessed by their genius, beautiful, scary, saintly, grotesque—like the nature these poems confront us with again and again."
—William Olsen

"Reading [Lee’s Ashberry erasure poems], Ashbery’s influence isn’t the faintest echo; it’s more like a house in the distance hidden in the fog, a house you only know is there because you’ve lived in this town for years. Written with inconsistent end punctuation and few line breaks—because the poems often unfold in a series of one-line fragmentary stanzas—Lee’s poems form narratives through juxtaposition and association. In fact, they deconstruct and construct narratives, and they do so simultaneously. Lee is, I think, nothing short of a collagist of the relentless internal monologue of human experience. His poems surprise us by continuing to surprise us."
—Jay Robinson