Richard Jackson is the author of eleven books of poetry, Out of Place (Ashland Poetry Press, 2014) most recently, two books of criticism, and two translations, one from Slovene and one from Italian. He is a winner of Guggenheim, Fulbright, NEA, NEH and Witter-Bynner Fellowships, five Pushcart appearances, as well as prizes from Prairie Schooner, Rattle and Crazyhorse. Jackson's poems have been translated into 15 languages. He was a recipient of the Slovene Order of Freedom Award for Humanitarian and Literary work in the Balkans and recipient of the 2009 AWP George Garrett Award. Jackson has taught at the Iowa Summer Festival, Prague Summer Program, Bread Loaf and other venues, and teaches at UT Chattanooga and the Vermont College of Fine Arts low residency program, winning teaching awards at both schools.

Other poems by Richard Jackson in Verse Daily:
December 14, 2011:   "Endurance" "A few deer pause inside the rain, more gauze..."
February 24, 2011:   "While You Were Away" "Sleeves of sunset hung empty over the brown hills...."
February 17, 2011:   "Visionary" "I could feel a few dying stars hovering over my shoulder..."
November 19, 2009:   "Point of View" "While his memories pace back and forth like expectant..."
June 10, 2009:   "After All This" "After all this love, after the birds rip like scissors..."
July 3, 2002:  "Not Here" "My days are deer leaping from sight..."

Books by Richard Jackson:

Other poems on the web by Richard Jackson:
Two poems
Two poems
"Two Letters"
Five poems
"Silences"
Four poems
"No Turn On Red"
Six poems

Richard Jackson's Website.

About Out of Place:

"His lines are clouds of love, piercing the sky with enormous empathy, rolling in the azure, torrents of passion, and are arrows at the same time, reaching a peak where they break, crying, cleansing the air, becoming ether. It is impossible to describe this in discursive language. With a melody that is unmistakably his own, his poems seem to come to us in Europe from the heart of the heart of America, the totally open (and hidden) center from where the power of the continent sprouts. He is a kind of Scorzese in poetry, but where Scorzese almost succeeds in his films, then stops, seals and terrifies us, Jackson adds a tender, vulnerable voice that blossoms and transforms us and that is so unique and great, great in its truest sense in Richard Jackson's poems."
—Tomaž Šalamun