was what we said back in New Jersey
when it was cool to like Ike and skip school
though truthfully brown Jersey cows
were outnumbered by black-and-white Holsteins
...
¿Habla Usted Español?
The Spanish expression Cuando yo era muchacho
may be translated: when I was a boy,
...
What streets, what taxis transport them
over bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swift
in pursuit of union? What suitors amuse them, what mazes
of avenues tilt & confuse them as pleasure, that pinball
...
Crystal
A man wets his forefinger with his tongue and holds
up a perfect water glass, empty and glistening.
...
People In Sunlight
A man and a woman are sitting
on an overstuffed sofa
...
The Blue Snow
Right now, somewhere, someone is thinking of you.
Lifting her arms into the summer
...
SQUEEZEBOX
You stretched its bellows to the limit without ripping
the fabric. So what if you weren't the guy on TV
...
James Reiss is an American poet. Biography James Reiss (pronounced "Reese") grew up in the Washington Heights section of New York City and in northern New Jersey. He earned his B.A. and his M.A. in English from the University of Chicago. His poems have appeared in various magazines, including The Atlantic, Esquire, The Nation, The New Republic, The New Yorker, Poetry, Slate and Virginia Quarterly Review. He has won grants from the Creative Artists Public Service Program of the New York State Council on the Arts, the National Endowment for the Arts. the New York Foundation for the Arts and the Ohio Arts Council. He has received awards from, among others, the Academy of American Poets, the Poetry Society of America, the Pushcart Press and the Unterberg Poetry Center of the 92nd Street Y in New York City. From 1971-1974 he was a regular poetry critic for The Plain Dealer in Cleveland, Ohio. In 1977 he won first prize in New York’s Big Apple Bicentennial Poetry Contest. He won four annual Zeitfunk awards for his reviewing, in 2007-2010, from the Public Radio Exchange. In 1975-76 he taught as poet-in-residence at Queens College, CUNY. He is Emeritus Professor of English and Founding Editor of Miami University Press at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, where his students, among others, were Rita Dove and Adrienne Miller. He has two married daughters, Heather and Crystal by his first wife, Barbara Eve Miller (née Klevs). His second wife, Mary Jo McMillin, wrote Mary Jo’s Cuisine: A Cookbook (2007). He lives in the Chicago area. Grants/awards (selected) Featured Illinois Author, Willow Review, spring 2012. Zeitfunk Awards for Reviewing, The Public Radio Exchange, 2007-2010. Helen & Laura Krout Memorial Ohioana Poetry Award, 2005. Pulitzer Prize nomination, Ten Thousand Good Mornings, 2002. Harriet Monroe Award, University of Chicago, judge, 1996. Pushcart Prize, “A Rented House in the Country” (poem), 1996. Dorland Mountain Arts Colony Fellow, Temecula, California:1991, 1993, 1999; admissions committee jury member (writing): 1994-2004. Poetry Society of America annual Lucille Medwick Award, 1989; annual Consuelo Ford Award, 1974. New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship, 1987-88. College English Association of Ohio: Nancy Dasher Book Award for Express, 1984. Ohio Arts Council Individual Artist grants: 1980, 1981. Big Apple Bicentennial Poetry Award, first prize, New York City, 1977. MacDowell Colony Fellowships, Peterborough, New Hampshire: 1970, 1974, 1976, 1977. Bread Loaf Fellowship, Breadloaf Writers Conference, Middlebury, Vermont, 1975. CAPS Awards (Creative Artists Public Service, New York State Council on the Arts): 1975-76; 1978-79. Discovery Award, The Unterberg Poetry Center, 92nd Street Y, New York,1974. National Endowment for the Arts Individual Writing Fellowship, 1974-75. National Book Award Nomination, The Breathers, 1974. Two Borestone Mountain Poetry Awards, 1974. Academy of American Poets first prizes, University of Chicago, 1960, 1962.)
How Now Brown Cow
was what we said back in New Jersey
when it was cool to like Ike and skip school
though truthfully brown Jersey cows
were outnumbered by black-and-white Holsteins
north of Teaneck when whole milk said moo
to rickety slogans that skinny was chic.
Nah, the Garden State never kowtowed
to low fat before Twiggy got famous
& Secaucus's pig farms shut down so factory
outlets could oink where hogs used to stink.
Strip malls built on landfill had not yet replaced
the acres of undrained salt flats
that sprouted with cattails like wow.
In Woodcliff Lake where he lived up the street
Yogi Berra joked, I wanna go to the bat room.
We didn't know if he meant Louisville Sluggers
or he needed to go to the john, but we knew
he was speaking in tongues & we said, Holy cow.