Dressed in Dead Uncles (Black Moss Press, 2010) is an eclectic collection of poems ranging over themes and exploring what is meant by “birth, death and everything in between.” Poet Roger Bell, for his part wrote of the book, “I have finished re-reading your wonderful book. It is an achingly sad book, though not a morose book. ‘The Beauty of Dying’ may be my favourite. What I notice about these poems is that many are one page or less, a real distillation, and a format that I think intensifies the metaphor and the gorgeous language. I really like ‘Stones’ and ‘Our Place in the Dark.’ Shit, I like the whole thing, let’s say and leave it at that, my talented talented friend.”
From the opening lines of the first poem, “I am here at my desk/in the large dog of myself” to the closing lines of the final poem, “I drink from inner wells/old stars have stems of dream in me/to draw from fathoms/ of the heart/ what swells from life/ or dances in my dust/ one foot upon the moon/ another in the plexus of my breast/ bone rhythms of a blue belief/ I breathe and seas have seasons/ ear to ear”, the book reveals the range and depth of feeling which make George Whipple’s praise of Lee as “the greatest living poet in English” an honest accolade.