Poetry

Mid-winter presents...

"...Maybe I'm a troglodyte..."

"...She planted in heart the garden of Babylon..."

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.

"...Guess you could figure me for a gambler..."

"...and mountains higher than the sky..."

"...be time enough and time enough to praise this one more springtime..."

"Poetry is a dash of salt and a pinch of pepper mixed with silvery shallots..."

"No need for a crystal ball or pendulum..."

"...How far did they fall..."

"...their voices are carried away from them by the wind..."

"...I saw icons and great thinkers. What remarkable talents!..."

"...let us dance in the fabric of the sky..."

"...I will not renounce The passion of my youth..."

"...I don't know what to do in the presence of beauty..."

"...Bryce's sunsets are rides with wildfire colors..."

"...one AM, and pretty sure I will never sleep again..."

"...with voices that pretend To be a different friend..."

"...a collection of dusty soldiers, missing their tiny guns..."

"...you recalled me and a page from a torn notebook..."

"...When will the good times be back?.."

"...forests are home to 80% of land creatures..."

"...Blood also bonds you to your roots..."

"...smelling something now quite dead..."

"You wished to slake your thirst, did you?..."

"...like a deep hidden obsession I never learned to let go of..."

"Tastes like chicken but like everything else it's not..."

"...an Abyss where only darkness rules..."

"...she denied with: no, no, I just feel very free..."

"...I am everywhere, stealing others