Radioactive Wolves
Amy Roa's Radioactive Wolves inhabits an ecosystem teeming with the dreamlike imagery of a long-lost animal kingdom. To open this book is to step through a portal leading straight to the heart of a blazing meteor about to crash land on an unsuspecting planet. In this world, an electric catfish develops a mammalian heart, a two-headed rabbit predicts the future, a starling wields a machete, an American alligator wanders the streets of war-torn Berlin, a girl turns into a grain of rainforest soil, and New Caledonian crows become expert bomb-builders. Explorer of the whimsical and fantastical, builder of mangrove forests, conjurer of megafauna, platypuses, mermaids, and wolves, Amy Roa leads readers into the strange and unknown where the unexpected is sure to occur.
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Become an affiliate"This is what happens when the world ends," begins the poem "The Food Chain" in Amy Roa's miraculous book Radioactive Wolves. Can you see them now, glowing orange or some neon yellow, running after their prey down the boulevard? There they go in the form of these poems. This is what happens when the world bends towards demise. We get wolves that glow. We get Amy Roa's poems that illuminate. They glisten and sparkle. They take you by surprise and make you happy. Even when she writes about the darkest of hours, apocalyptic and crass situations, unruly roasts, this collection of poems is full of buoyancy and electrical charges that are brilliant and fantastic. It's because of the element of surprise. Roa's holistic vision is one that tickles in edginess and is rich with animal joy, primal rumpus, and the excitement of calamity. It's Roa's language that makes one feel titillated. These poems are accessible, generous, and an absolutely delightful row of tornadoes. They will rip you apart and make you glorious all at once. It's a good thing the world has not ended so we all can share the forest primeval with these radioactive wolves running wild on the hunt.
- Matthew Lippman, author of Mesmerizingly Sadly Beautiful