Tyrone Williams teaches literature and theory at Xavier University in Cincinnati, Ohio. He is the author of several chapbooks and five books of poetry: c.c., On Spec, The Hero Project of the Century, Adventures of Pi, and Howell.

Books by Tyrone Williams:

Other poems on the web by Tyrone Williams:
Six poems
"TB"
Two poems
"Setnet"
"Needs"

Tyrone Williams on Twitter.

About Az iZ:

"In times of dire word-thirst due to a malabsorption of History's artifacts, we turn to Tyrone Williams's codes & keys to crack the truly 'alter' political realms. Master of micro-tonic excavations of symbolic signi cance, Williams pares down the logical fripperies of Civilizations' intentionalities. ere, neither the world-out-there nor the world-in-here predominate, but rather an intermundia of 'belaborated' rites & rituals sound out some of the rarest and most provocative poetry of our times."
—Rodrigo Toscano

"As iZ maps a global buzz or buzz-saw's path, one that links us all. Riding wave after wave of an English that's always alert and deeply alive, it reaches far into more than its poet's self and, with a ferocious poignancy, rises up out of that reach. Market forces meet worldwide crises; bodies of knowledge are salvaged and mined; Middle Easts blur into Middle Americas—and Africas into the Sea of Everything. Restlessly political, variously musical, Tyrone Williams's poems make beautiful, disturbing connections."
—Peter Cole

"Hap of what would, were u to click on Seth, or Thoth? Gates of Hell, heavenly oasis, A'raf splitting the difference. Tyrone Williams's syncretic ex(ed)-index excurses on differential topologies of land and water, 'here' and not-here, in b&w, in choler. Collidescopic dark cornucopia—uncollocation of exergues from uncompleted X-fers—As iZ deretro ts the globe's globality to reve(a)l how gaping the stopgaps, to let in anti-Orientalism's non-Occident oxygen. In desert sea-sands and ocean deserts, in 'the' Sky. And ashed phonemes fly. A nonsite archiving displacement (Cairo, Ill.?) 'vector per vector' of victors and victims, disclosing dysco-ordinate cardinal direction incarnadine, this errant hieratic aren't (apparently) heirant. But yet accumulate cumuli, rubricated rubbles, literature's mummy ambidextrously unwrapped to 'interfere with what is before us.' A counter-Champollion to unmast-icate pirate, refugee, slave—encryptions cripped and descripted—exploded Library of Paradise: 'Feast of Scraps.' (With Riemann (and Ozymandias? (Whiz, for short)), we can only guess at the circumference."
—Judith Goldman