Tom Holmes is the editor of Redactions: Poetry & Poetics. He is also author of After Malagueña (FootHills Publishing, 2005), Negative Time (Pudding House, 2007), Pre-Dew Poems (FootHills Publishing, 2008), Henri, Sophie, & the Hieratic Head of Ezra Pound: Poems Blasted from the Vortex (BlazeVOX Books, 2009), and Poetry Assignments: The Book (Sage Hill Press, 2011). He has thrice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His work has appeared on Verse Daily and has also appeared in Blue Earth Review, Chiron Review, Crab Creek Review, The Delmarva Review, The G. W. Review, Mississippi Review, Mid-American Review, New Delta Review, New Zoo Poetry Review, Orange Coast Review, Rockhurst Review, San Pedro River Review, Santa Clara Review, South Carolina Review, Sugar House Review, Swarthmore Review, and many other journals that don’t have “Review” in their name.

Other poems by Tom Holmes in Verse Daily:
September 13, 2009:   "While Refuged at Sophie's Cottage as Bombs Fall on London, Nina Hamnett Pens a Postcard to Wyndham Lewis" "Sophie collects new moons..."
April 12, 2009:   "A Corpse of Vortices" "After they kill me..."
August 16, 2008:   "For Her Waking" "Down the canal they arrive..."

Books by Tom Holmes:

Other poems on the web by Tom Holmes:
"As with Energy, So with Form – Henri Thinks Through His Sculpture"
"My Mouth (An Apology)"
"The Man Who Counted Away"
"Squeezing away the Past"

Tom Holmes's Blog.

Tom Holmes on Twitter.

About The Oldest Stone in the World:

"Tom Holmes has given us a Stone for the ages, a physical metaphor for the tension between our anxiety about death and our fierce compulsion to live fully. The language is simple, but the electric effect of its surprising associations and vision propels us into vast new landscapes of possibility. Almost Jungian in its effect, the work vibrates with mystery and significance, and readers will find that the Stone has a tendency to speak quietly to them long after the book is put away."
—Wanda Schubmehl

"What a tremendously generous gift! Written about ten years ago, Tom Holmes shares some of his vital early work. Imagine a collection with a literary conceit rivaling Louise Gluck’s in The Wild Iris and with the influence of Donald Revell’s more spare lyrics. By reading Holmes’ past work, I can’t imagine what the future will bring. All I know is this: I can’t wait to read it."
—Steve Fellner