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Since Everything Is All I've Got

D. R. James


Lakeside Birdfeeder, First Day

It should’ve taken only that squawking,
scouting jay to get the word out.

Framed in a pane, on a perch,
he was posed, a post card, puffed

against the brittle cold. His stylish
scarf feathers flicked an impatient face

and his scruffy topknot busily signaled
who knew who in the neighborhood:

“Easy Supreme and Sunflower Mélange
swinging free off this deck!” See, he’d need

some wirier guys to stir it up, to urge
the tiny silo to flowing so he could

swoop in, scoop out the run-off: “Anyone
game enough to give it a go?” But, no.

And now, not a single soul for supper.



isbn 1-59661-158-8
98 pages/$9






These poems have it all--birds, solipsism, bat shit! How grateful we should be that contemporary free verse can make us laugh, wince, and shrug, all at the same time. D. R. James picks his poems like battles. He knows which ones he can win. --Rhoda Janzen,
author of Mennonite in a Little Black Dress and Babel’s Stair

In this fine collection, D. R. James holds consciousness like an egg to candlelight and faithfully records its stirrings. Yet this is contemplation tempered by levity, and his delight in language keeps me muddling over poem after poem. Whether for the lushness of “oil-rosy puddles/in rutted gravel” or the “cognitive befuddlement” of love, I’m glad to pull up a deck chair and contemplate birds, sunrises, sunsets, and the constant reinventions of the self. --Jackie Bartley,
author of Ordinary Time and Bloodroot

This is D. R. James’s book of wonders. It brims with the hard-earned wonder that comes through love and loss, and through his assay of the mysteries of the heart, the psyche, or the soul. In the spirit of Thoreau, these poems plumb the depths of experience, probing as far as language and feeling will allow. Distrustful of sham or self-delusion, James is nonetheless hopeful and in search of what is authentic, reliable, and real at the center, something that literally reminds us that we are alive. These poems chart his journey to those moments when we sense that our lives--in joy and in sorrow--are truly here and inescapably now and everything is all we have. --Fred Marchant,
author of The Looking House and Full Moon Boat

D. R. James lives in Holland, Michigan, where he has been teaching writing and literature at Hope College for 25 years. His poems have appeared in various magazines and three chapbooks. He is married to social worker Suzy Doyle, and between them they have six grown children.