Jason Ryberg
Jason Ryberg is currently an artist-in- residence at both The Prospero Institute of Disquieted P/o/e/t/i/c/s and the Osage Arts Community, and is an editor and designer at Spartan Books. He lives part-time in Kansas City, MO with a rooster named Little Red and a Billy-goat named Giuseppe, and part-time somewhere in the Ozarks.
About Jason Ryberg
Jason Ryberg is the author of twenty-two books of poetry, six screenplays, a few short stories, a box full of folders, notebooks and scraps of paper that could one day be (loosely) construed as a novel, and countless love letters (never sent). He is currently an artist-in- residence at both The Prospero Institute of Disquieted P/o/e/t/i/c/s and the Osage Arts Community, and is an editor and designer at Spartan Books. His work has appeared in As it Ought to Be, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Thimble Literary Magazine, I-70 Review, Main Street Rag, The Arkansas Review and various other journals and anthologies. His latest collection of poems is Bullet Holes in the Mailbox (Cigarette Burns in the Sheets) Back of the Class Press, 2024)). He lives part-time in Kansas City, MO with a rooster named Little Red and a Billy-goat named Giuseppe, and part-time somewhere in the Ozarks, near the Gasconade River, where there are also many strange and wonderful woodland critters.
Books by Jason Ryberg
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Just a Little Fog or Rain in the Wind — poem unrhymed
Jason Ryberg is the author of fourteen books of poetry and is currently an artist-in-residence at both The Prospero Institute of Disquieted P/o/e/t/i/c/s and the Osage Arts Community.
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This American Thing — poem unrhymed
"...so many have tried to identify, dissect and analyze over the years..."
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The Pig Less Travelled — poem unrhymed
"...you've come to a place seeking enlightenment, change or merely asylum..."
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Nine Black Butterflies on a Propane Tank — poem unrhymed
"...after a brief morning thundershower..."
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Reading Poems Late at Night — poem unrhymed
"...until you come across that one poem..."
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Portrait of Blue Bird Perched on Over-Turned Lawn Furniture — poem unrhymed
"...like some kind of post-post-modern abstract sculpture..."
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Boneville, Unincorporated — poem unrhymed
"...found clutched-up in the gnarled roots..."
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Too Many Poets These Days — poem unrhymed
"...there’s not enough time..."
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Mangoes — poem unrhymed
"Flame-feathered birds perched in the savage trees..."
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At This Very Moment — poem unrhymed
"...speaking the living truth..."
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Still Life of Butterfly and Robin — poem tanka
"No one believes me..."
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A Day on the Farm, Pt. 2 — poem unrhymed
"...blue, yellow, orange, like the petals of wildflowers..."
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Hotel Dementia — poem unrhymed
"...evening sky is wellin’ up and threatenin’ to unload its whole rag-bag repertoire ..."
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a loser (of large enough magnitude) — poem unrhymed
"...swabbing the deck on a wandering ship of fools..."
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What I Thought I Saw — poem unrhymed
"I had to turn the car around..."