Welcome to the world of Jason Ryberg—a world of true crimes and misdemeanors in the American grain, transformed, through the poet’s retelling, into miniature works of art.
"Rattlesnake tough but also tender-hearted." –Kevin Rabas, Poet Laureate of Kansas (2017-2019)
Reading Ryberg is like driving a pick-up truck across Kansas on shrooms, and his imagery, as fresh as a midnight S curve, takes the reader on a journey from city streets to wheat fields, navigating through a landscape bright with the "five-battery-flashlight of a moon." A Secret History of the Nighttime World, the twelfth book of poetry by Ryberg, delivers one great breath of fire directly from his heart onto the page.
Publication Date: 25 Apr 2017
Catalog No.: 39WP-19
Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.5 inches
Jason Ryberg is the author of twelve books of poetry, six screenplays, a few short stories, several angry letters to various magazine and newspaper editors, and a box full of folders, notebooks and scraps of paper that could one day be (loosely) construed as a novel. 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. He lives part-time in Kansas City, 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.
“A poet of witness, loaded up with bad radio and stale coffee, who slows down from a steady cross-country pace to survey the cultural wreckage.” –George Wallace, author of Smashing Rock and Straight as Razors
“Jason Ryberg’s imagery, as fresh as a midnight S curve, takes the reader on a journey from the city to the wheat fields through a landscape bright with the 'five-battery-flashlight of a moon.'” –Al Ortolani, author of Ghost Sign
“Beyond the reach of the new-Beats and city lits, Ryberg exists: his writing rattlesnake tough but also tender-hearted as the armored artichoke.” –Kevin Rabas, Poet Laureate of Kansas (2017-2019)
And still the moon beams down at us like the atomically radiant skull of a bald and diabolical clown with nothing but dark designs for this sad little town.
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