James Reiss is an American poet.
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 ... more »
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James Reiss Poems
My Daughters in New York
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
¿Habla Usted Español?
¿Habla Usted Español? The Spanish expression Cuando yo era muchacho may be translated: when I was a boy,
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
The Breathers (Jeffrey Andrew Reiss: October 5,1969)
The Blue Snow
The Blue Snow Right now, somewhere, someone is thinking of you. Lifting her arms into the summer
Crystal A man wets his forefinger with his tongue and holds up a perfect water glass, empty and glistening.
People In Sunlight
People In Sunlight A man and a woman are sitting on an overstuffed sofa
Eighteen years you beat me over the head with the butt end of our brotherhood. So where are you now, Mr. Top Dog on the Bunk Bed, Mr. Big
SQUEEZEBOX You stretched its bellows to the limit without ripping the fabric. So what if you weren't the guy on TV
Cycle What why when where who I crush my wedding glass beneath my shoe
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My Daughters in New York
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
goes bouncing off light posts & lands in a pothole,
only to pop up & roll in the gutter? What footloose new
freedoms allow them to plow through all stop signs,
careenng at corners, hell-bent for the road to blaze straight?
It's 10 P.M. in the boonies. My children, I'm thinking
you're thinking your children are waiting
for you to conceive them ...