James Doyle grew up in the Bronx. He went to college in Mexico, and, later, Wisconsin. Upon graduating, he worked full-time in Wisconsin politics. After returning to school to study poetry at the Iowa Writers' Workshop, he taught at the university level in Colorado. He and his wife, poet Sharon Doyle, live in Fort Collins, Colorado. They are retired, with lots of time to read, write, and spend with their children and grandchildren. Doyle's poetry has been featured on American Life in Poetry, Verse Daily, and The Writer's Almanac.

Other poems by James Doyle in Verse Daily:
June 10, 2007:   "Looking Forward to the Twentieth Century" " Horses and carriages stir up the beach..."
March 21, 2007:   "All That Glitters Is Gold" "Wine flask, beer cans..."
January 15, 2007:   "Among the Most Recent Projectiles" " storming the sky is the earth...."
January 24, 2004:  "After the Harvest" "We step over and between apples..."
September 4, 2003:  "Luxembourg Gardens at Twilight" "If I lived in the nineteenth century..."

Books by James Doyle: Einstein Considers a Sand Dune

Other poems on the web by James Doyle: "Magritte" "Vitamins"

About Bending Under The Yellow Police Tapes:

"In a world with a short attention span, James Doyle's unhurried, precise hand lifts us up to envision ourselves and our age as part of the sweep of time."
—Jeanne Emmons

"It is a rare treat anymore to read a poet whose work covers a variety of styles, ideas, and themes, and does so in a single collection which, if it were a furnished room, could only be described as eclectic."
—Gabriel Welsch

"Doyle's vigorous imagination stretches to full effect, fingering dozens of images which he sets in place with a precision and care magnified by urgency."
—Matthew Smith

"Doyle's characters persevere . . . because they are all right with the unfairness, the sometimes absurdity, of the world. They know how to, when necessary, turn their backs on its silly cruelties, its cancer cells, its predatory laws, even its spoiled fifteen-year-old girls, who think they are deciding our ends."
—Joe Benevento