Bill Neumire has published two chapbooks and two full-length poetry collections: Estrus, which was a semi-finalist for the 42 Miles Press Award, and #TheNewCrusades, which was a finalist for the Barrow Street Prize. He teaches in Fabius, NY.

Other poems by Bill Neumire in Verse Daily:
May 8, 2013:   "He Kept them There All Year" "When my neighbor passed last winter a snow-stacked branch..."

Books by Bill Neumire:

Other poems on the web by Bill Neumire:
Two poems
"The New Crusades 1"
"Soon a Hatch Will Open and a Man with a Gun will Ask You Why You're Not a Man"
"It's not as if you haven't heard the news"
Two poems
"I Don't Believe in Ghosts"
"A Car in the Field"
"Calling Back the Bible Saleswoman"
"Tragedy By the Sea"
"The Latest Science"
"Abstract Therapy in the Natural World"
"Firemen's Practice Burn House"

Bill Neumire's Website.

Bill Neumire on Twitter.

About #TheNewCrusades:

"As Bill Neumire shows, to tell the truths about America requires a lyricism that is as wily as it is direct, as elegiac as it is exuberant. #TheNewCrusades is a reckoning about the coal-mouthed glow of the American heart and the darkness & us that characterizes the messy promise of our body politic. Well past Whitman's earnest appraisal of who we were, Neumire instead sees the alarming contradictions of who we really are, made fruitful & rueful by our metastatic news and hungers. Brash and also tender, Neumire's poems are the honest lullabies we need now to keep from sleep, to open our eyes, to wake up."
—Rick Barot

"#TheNewCrusades begins 'Here I take the box of world...' and the book does just that. It's a box, and a book, that foretells violence, questions masculinity, mourns the falling away of cities and nations and nature and people. Bill Neumire has an ear for the memorable phrase, an eye for the image that hurts. 'Dear hashtagged american morning, / if you promise / everything's fine I can stand in a pall of crabapple leaves / like an elephant feeling seismic signals,' he writes, not believing it for a second. But these poems believe: in the leaves and the elephant and the hashtagged morning, then undergo them all like a trial. The box of world is recognizably ours: we have all undergone it, but never so eloquently nor with such patient clarity as this book does."
—Kathy Ossip