Sean Thomas Dougherty is the author or editor of 18 books including Not All Saints, winner of the 2019 Bitter Oleander Library of Poetry Prize; and Alongside We Travel: Contemporary Poets on Autism (NYQ Books 2019)). His book The Second O of Sorrow (BOA Editions 2018) received both the Paterson Poetry Prize, and the Housatonic Book Award from Western Connecticut State University. Recent poems in Duende, Kenyon Review, and North American Review. He works as a care giver and Med Tech, and lives with the poet Lisa M. Dougherty and their two daughters in Erie, Pennsylvania.

Other poems by Sean Thomas Dougherty in Verse Daily:
September 15, 2020:   "I Have So Little to Offer this World" "is something I often say to myself..."
July 22, 2020:   "The Men and the Quiet" "In memory of his mother, his shirt started crying..."
May 24, 2018:   "Our Love as Lead Belly or" "What howling, what teeth pick..."
May 18, 2014:   "Waiting to Be Shot in the Back" "Okay stranger, plug a dollar..."

Books by Sean Thomas Dougherty:

Other poems on the web by Sean Thomas Dougherty:
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Three poems
Two poems
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"Portrait of Lebron as Ohio"
"Down the Line"
Three poems
Four poems
"Somewhere Far From Any Classroom"
"When the Whole, As If Many, That Message"
"In the Republic of Pantomime"

Sean Thomas Dougherty's Website.

About Not All Saints:

"Sean Thomas Dougherty's Not All Saints leads us through grit-strewn passageways to a realm of insight. These strong and beautiful poems are unafraid to open their interiors to explore secret depths of emotion and reach into the darkest recesses of grief, love or the musings of a stillborn child. The reader will visit the Ghost Roads to see the lynched, the Indian graves, chicken bones and spent bullet casings and will delve into the unexplored and sometimes breathtaking terrain of invisible scars where the poet searches for more than all this suffering, the long stroll to become nothing. This collection seeks to find salvation and to balance the divine with the damaged until a wafer of moon dissolves into the mouth of the dark."
—Patty Dickson Pieczka