Will Reger
Will Reger has published poetry since 2010. He is currently the Poet Laureate for the City of Urbana, Illinois. His first book is Petroglyphs (2019). When not scribbling poetry, he teachers history and plays Chinese flutes.
“Weren’t We Known?,” “My Father’s Shirts” and “Reflections on Hwy 66”
Running out of ourselves urgent
anxious we were spirits of some kind
ghoulish forgotten ones
living in half-light we could barely peep in
and never found ourselves in photographs
we found nothing made by our own hands
anxious we were spirits of some kind
ghoulish forgotten ones
living in half-light we could barely peep in
and never found ourselves in photographs
we found nothing made by our own hands
Poetry
Issue 43, November 2020
“An Old Song”, “The Incident” and “Acceptable”
Reger’s poetry wraps you in narratives of love and pain, sadness and longing. There is no escape from the sadness in the ballad “An Old Song.” Neither is there from the death of two lovers whispering lullabies on the banks of the Tigris in “The Incident.” Nor from the longing in the lyrical poem “Acceptable.”
Poetry
Issue 6, October 2017
Will Reger
Will Reger has published poetry since 2010. He is currently the Poet Laureate for the City of Urbana, Illinois. His first book is Petroglyphs (2019). When not scribbling poetry, he teachers history and plays Chinese flutes.
“Weren’t We Known?,” “My Father’s Shirts” and “Reflections on Hwy 66”
Running out of ourselves urgent
anxious we were spirits of some kind
ghoulish forgotten ones
living in half-light we could barely peep in
and never found ourselves in photographs
we found nothing made by our own hands
anxious we were spirits of some kind
ghoulish forgotten ones
living in half-light we could barely peep in
and never found ourselves in photographs
we found nothing made by our own hands
Poetry
Issue 43, November 2020
“An Old Song”, “The Incident” and “Acceptable”
Reger’s poetry wraps you in narratives of love and pain, sadness and longing. There is no escape from the sadness in the ballad “An Old Song.” Neither is there from the death of two lovers whispering lullabies on the banks of the Tigris in “The Incident.” Nor from the longing in the lyrical poem “Acceptable.”
Poetry
Issue 6, October 2017