Michael Teig is the author of Big Back Yard (BOA Editions, 2003), winner of the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize. His work has appeared in many journals, including FIELD, Conduit, Black Warrior Review, Bateau, Crazyhorse, Pleiades, and A Public Space. He is a co-founder and editor-at-large of jubilat. Born in Franklin, PA, Teig holds degrees from Oberlin College and the University of Massachusetts-Amherst. His honors include awards and fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, The Academy of American Poets, and the Massachusetts Cultural Council. He lives in Easthampton, MA, with his wife and son.

Other poems by Michael Teig in Verse Daily:
October 6, 2011:   "under one box another box" by Michael Teig
September 29, 2011:   "Till It Sticks" "They wooden hut. They walk backwards...."
July 31   "Poultry Chronical" "My chicken has pointy ears..."

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Other poems on the web by Michael Teig:
Three poems
"The Second Act" Other poems on the web by Michael Teig:
Two poems
Four poems

Michael Teig According to Wikipedia.

About There's a Box in the Garage You Can Beat with a Stick :

"In this beautiful book, Michael Teig maps the mercurial terrain of the imagination with such equipoise you may forget you're dreaming just as these pages are so soaked with the miraculous everyday, you may forget you're awake. Imagine getting a letter from a zinnia. Deft as an owl landing in a blossoming cherry tree, these are gorgeously uncanny and regal poems."
—Dean Young

"With a title like this—There’s a Box in the Garage You Can Beat with a Stick—is there really a whole lot left to say? With cunning and quintessential stealth, with artful restraint, with what's fathering and foxy and filled with intelligence and wit, Michael Teig goes about making what seems to be invisible and unspeakable, the most palpable and important matter in the world."
—Dara Wier

"I've been reading and loving Michael Teig's poems for years. His first book, Big Back Yard, is full of direct language that leads us to places of true strangeness. Reading this new book, I experience that same intertwining of the ordinary and the dream, along with something deeper, a very moving emotional precision that is not merely about his own, but somehow all of our lives. When he writes a simple line like, ‘My chicken has pointy ears/ like a forest’ or ‘Hear that? That's/ our lawn dying,’ he has the old wisdom of Central European masters like Atilla Joszef (whom he quotes in his epigraph) and Vasko Popa, but in the mind of a young American poet, which is a very strange and powerful combination. I want to be with the mind who thinks about the world in that way, and thankfully holding this book I can be."
—Matthew Zapruder