“Meeting Bone Man” For the First Time

My friend Joseph Ross’ poetry collection, Meeting Bone Man, is now available for pre-order from the Main Street Rag Publishing web site. Please buy this book.

A launch reading for Meeting Bone Man will take place on April 15, 2012, at 5:00pm at Busboys & Poets, 14th & V Streets NW, Washington, D.C. He will be reading with poet Randall Horton.

Here’s an excerpt of what you’ll find in this hauntingly authentic collection:


Thinking of her
is kind

of a search, a voyage
of looking

for signs and moments,
shadows and gasps

of her. I still
move toward the phone

then stop myself,
a foolish son

who doesn’t remember
his mother is

dead. So begins
the search.

A hummingbird
dips into a

blood-colored flower
and I strain

my eyes to search,
to see

the other side
of my breath.

–Joseph Ross, Meeting Bone Man

Some advance praise for Joe’s book from leading poets in our time:

“I finish this beautiful, brave book with tears and a desire to run outside into blue chill day singing, calling to dogs and birds, sifting layers of elegy and affection that surround us all, gifts of recognition/recovery, precious connections and letting go, all of it at once, with our minds and our bones, yes, with everything we know. Oh brother, thank you, Joseph Ross.”–Naomi Shihab Nye, You and Yours (2005)

“Joseph Ross gives us a collection of poems that traces words down the center of the back of death. Like a graffiti artist he tags our emotions. Ross takes us from the streets of DC to the land of Darfur. After every poem we are forced to ask — what is the deep truth? When Basquiat meets the Buddha only the Bone Man can tell the tale. Ross writes like a witness to a new religion. Have faith in these poems; they are filled with the type of light the darkness would love to kiss.”–E. Ethelbert Miller, The Ear is an Organ Made for Love (2009)

“These poems by Joseph Ross in Meeting Bone Man read like translations–not from another language, but from a separate way of being, of understanding. Ross writes his way into the depths of the world in which we live, respecting and properly naming each similarity and difference for what it is–sometimes, for what it should be. This is a lovely book of poems.”–Jericho Brown, Please (2008)

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