"Iguana Iguana. What a glorious ride. These wild and wise poems travel so many places, like dreams built from an ordinary life, an ordinary inner madness, and they contain so much humor and humanity, so much muchness and toughness and tenderness and forgiveness. Of everything and everyone. Jim and Sylvester and William, no-see-ums and mothers, good and bad boyfriends, girlfriends, stray cats and dead birds, dancing pecs and death. Damn, I’m impressed." —Dorianne Laux
"This is the kind of book, rare indeed, that makes me fall in love with the 'I' all over again. The lyric 'I,' witness of the land and what dwells upon it: 'The river / is high again and so are the teenagers.' Oracle, as well, of interior spaces, and the correspondences that arise between inner and outer: 'the oranges with hard little navels, the navels identical / to mine.' The 'I' that examines feeling and memory and, in that examination, ignites imagination. Iguana Iguana is composed of many slippery selves—the Florida self, Montana self, daughter, lover, kid, adult, the solitude junkie, the working class self, and the kitchen self, 'Alive before that moment, alive through the dishes…' All the selves are united in their lack of cloying hopefulness and easy outs, and their awareness of the mortal body, which is also the source of the book’s comedy: 'If death is the body’s failure, it is also its final fuck you.' Caylin Capra-Thomas is a brilliant mystic of the real." —Diane Seuss, author of frank: sonnets
