Lone Wolves Black Sheep and Red-Headed Stepchildren

Reading Ryberg is like driving a pick-up truck across Kansas on shrooms. Jason Rybergs imagery as fresh as a midnight S curve takes the reader on a journey from the city to the wheat fields through a landscape bright with the five-battery- ashlight of a moon. Forever the Salina cowboy at heart Ryberg like a calf roper lassos the quicksilver halo of ghost fire moments deep spirit-filled with paradox. The poet carries his piggin string in his teeth ready to half-hitch a pint bottle...to the grinning /blue Buddha moon. He raises both arms into the air and stops the clock.-Al Ortolani co-author of Ghost Sign & Francis Shoots Pool at Chubbs Bar