Landing in New Jersey with Soft Hands

by B.J. Ward

In BJ Ward's Landing in New Jersey with Soft Hands , each poem is a journey filled with discovery as we travel roads of America and the heart, trusting always Ward's steady hand upon the wheel. The... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1556431848
• ISBN13: 9781556431845
• Release Date: July 1994
• Publisher: North Atlantic Books
• Length: 73 Pages
• Weight: 0.10 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 5.5" x 8.5"

Customer Reviews

I'm his wonder twin...

Seems like lifetimes ago this book made me miss my bus I dog-eared it with much love. We run into each other once and a while and I can't wait to see him again. I have a lot of adventures to share, and I've been missing my friend :> This book is a tresure of mine, and I still bring it to readings to share my favorites. much love to BJ Ward from RinTheRed

One of the finest first books I have ever read!

I first encountered BJ Ward's poetry in the February issue of Poetry Magazine--an incredible poem called "The Star-Ledger." I ordered both his books based on the quality of that poem. I am so glad I did. I feel I've discovered a new world! He is writing with a voice that reminds me a little of the cavalierness of William Carlos Williams, the passion of Pablo Neruda, and the serious playfulness of Anne Sexton. I can't wait for his next book to be released.

B.J. Ward can make you feel.

I was able to have Mr. Ward as a teacher in a program at my school. After witnessing the charasmatic way he tought our class, I had to buy his book. (Landing in New Jersey with Soft Hand) I read his poetry sporadically and then one day I read, "Something You Haven't Found" and my life was forever changed by that poem. His poem became words to live by for me. I look forward to reading his other book and being touched all over again. If you are in need of a book that not only touches your soul, but enraptures it. This is the book.

Ward is a poet of the most sensuous nature.

I have had many pleasures knowing BJ Ward. He is a good friend of mine, and a colleague. His poetry is of the finest kind to read. It is dark, funny, loving and angry. The reader is invited into a comfortable room, though sparse, and is then treated to one of the most genuine voices we have in poetry, a voice that hides nothing but will not give up its secrets very easily. I find myself enjoying immensely the effort of trying to pry him open