Plans

As someone somewhere once said, “I’ll believe a corporation is a person when Texas puts one to death.” And yet, these “persons” are only after one thing: all the money. Big Businesses are taking over the world, and we are filling our on-line shopping baskets while they do. The ultimate carpet-baggers, corporations don’t live in your town, vote in local elections or pay taxes: anywhere. And when they’re done with you, they leave behind abandoned warehouses and poverty. Dee Allen. is watching. Dee is taking notes, and taking names. We need to listen.
– Rose Drew, book publisher from Stairwell Books, anthropologist, cohost of York Spoken Word, in York, England

Dee Allen’s poetry evokes the best of the bay area’s poetic tradition. It’s evocative, insightful, and unapologetic, with rhythms in the spoken word as compelling as its powerful metaphors. “Rumination” casts climate destroyers as heroin junkies, while “Plastic Isle” depicts pollution through the experience of a seagull. These poems pack a punch on the page. Be careful before you read them out loud. They might knock someone out!
— Shahid Buttar

These are vigilant poems in Plans, blazing with passion, wisdom, and insight, calling out corporate greed, ecological destruction, cultural desecration, and the inhumane treatment of our animal kin. These poems illuminate and educate and rise from the page in a strong, clear, musical voice. Fearless and compassionate, these poems are All In. Provocative and brilliant. Pure Dee Allen.
— Guy Biederman, author of Nova Nights, Edible Grace, Soundings & Fathoms

Mussolini—the father of fascism—saw fascism as “corporatism” or the takeover of the state by corporations. That is exactly what we have today in the U.S. and around the world. But thankfully we have Dee Allen’s poetry to remind us how destructive this is to our bodies and the planet. Dee isn’t afraid to show us the awful truth. There’s no coddling here. We’re in trouble.

Plans is Dee Allen showing us why the Revolution is needed. It’s a call to act before it’s too late. We must heed the poet’s call and retake our lives from those who have stolen them from us.
— Eric Allen Yankee