Showing posts with label Jason Ryberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jason Ryberg. Show all posts

Thursday, September 5, 2024

GAS Featured Poet: Jason Ryberg


























Jason Ryberg is the author of eighteen 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 latest collection


of poems is “Fence Post Blues (River Dog Press, 2023).” 


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. 

 

 







Van Gogh Stars

 

 

Out here, the sky is


alive and swirling with Van


     Gogh stars and the wind


     is an orchestra of tree


     frogs, cicadas, and crickets.

 



 


A Small Rabble of Sweat Bees (Sleight Redux)

 

 

It’s just a bird singing through an open window, and a


woman closing the door to a dream of a lone tree on a


hill with just a single leaf on it (the tree, I mean), and


opening another one to a bowl of peaches, apples,


nectarines and clusters of grapes, just sitting in the sun,


on a wooden table (like one of those old paintings of


some rich lord or lady’s spread, back in the day, but maybe


also featuring, there, a few fish and some game hens,


recently caught that very morning, no doubt) crawling


with what looks to be a small rabble of sweat bees.


The fruit, I mean.

 

 

 

  


Sunday, January 9, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Jason Ryberg




Jason Ryberg is the author of fourteen 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, a couple of angry
letters to various magazine and newspaper editors.
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 latest collection

of poems is Are You Sure Kerouac Done It This Way!?

(co-authored with John Dorsey, and Victor Clevenger,

OAC Books, 2021).









Evening Report,

8-7-2021, 9:17pm

 

 

Just a few scattered stars,

here and there, though I suppose

 

the stars are always there,

night or day, as well as always

 

rushing away from us (and each other),

they say, towards some ever-receding

 

frontier or event horizon-like moment

of maximum elasticity when the whole

 

thing has spread out about as far

as it can to one uniform temperature

 

and consistency and slowly begins to

contract and reverse-engineer itself back

 

into a condensed and combustible state

that’s ready for another big bang.