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James Morehead’s imagery is vivid, spare and elemental, and it is consistently chosen and arranged to achieve intensely poetic effects. The rhythmic control is impeccable. Carmine Di Biase, Distinguished Professor of English, Emeritus – Jacksonville State University

The Plague Doctor: Poems

The Plague Doctor: poems

A mesmerizing collection of eerie, image-rich poems that explore the fleeting nature of existence and friendship, inspired by the world of art and artists.

“James Morehead’s poetry pulses with vibrant detail. In this new collection Morehead has created a vivid document that captures what it means to be perpetually inspired by the world in all its facets.” – Tina Cane, Poet Laureate of Rhode Island

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portraits of red and gray: memoir poems
portraits of red and gray: memoir poems
"The vulnerability and humanity expressed in these poems is moving.” – Angie Trudell Vasquez, Poet Laureate – Madison, WI

“The rhythmic control is impeccable. The centerpiece of this collection, a long series of poems that chronicle a trip through the former Soviet Union, is a fast moving, impressionistic feast of imagery.” – Carmine Di Biase, Distinguished Professor of English, Emeritus – Jacksonville State University

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canvas: poems
canvas: poems
“To read canvas is to be transported to a world infused with meaning and memory.” – Morgan Liphart, poet and author of Barefoot and Running

“These are poems to be savored, re-read, kept handy for those times when only poetry will do.” – W. J. T. Mitchell, Gaylord Donnelley Distinguished Service Professor, English and Art History, University of Chicago

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canvas: poems

“I’d rather be at an open mic” t-shirt

(artwork by Kari Byron from the cover of canvas: poems)

canvas: poems

At the Barricade

A limited edition collection of photographs and poetry inspired by
San Francisco Bay Area live music venues.

Packed in the Fillmore, hordes of t-shirts, no
signs of color just shades of ebony.
Crushed bodies at the barricade below,
my refuge above in the balcony…

From “At the Barricade” by james c. morehead