“Reed Bye’s poems capture the dictates of thought as processed by the conspiratorial and wandering eye, all the light and shadow of the natural world, the peripheral glimpses of people and places where few poets ever go.” (Lewis Warsh)Read More
Suddenly, the reader finds herself in the midst of a universe that peels back its skin to reveal its living core.Read More
Would that these words honor your embodied concerns and instincts in the world.Read More
The rain has come. The wind fills with rain and my brother’s door was left open.Read More
“And yes, this is a dark book. And yes, it has the power to save.” (James Allen Hall)Read More
‘the gold ground holds / the halo whose gold / bleeds back into the ground.’Read More
Jack Collom (1931 - 2017) guides us all into the joyous collaborative heart of poetry.Read More
smitten by night,
be not a darkened window
to housekeepers trembling & bowed
the salient, untraceable beginnings
where worship rises within the riddles
and bulbs defy the cold dark.
Of course the inn is full.
No one believed You had eloped,
and You dare not tell the truth.