Reading Ryberg is like driving a pick-up truck across Kansas on shrooms. 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- ashlight of a moon." Forever the Salina cowboy at heart, Ryberg, like a calf roper, lassos the "quicksilver halo of ghost fire," moments deep, spirit-filled with paradox. The poet carries his piggin' string...
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