Rick Bursky's most recent book, Let's Become a Ghost Story, is out from BOA Editions. His previous book, I'm No Longer Troubled by The Extravagance, is also from BOA Editions. He teaches poetry for The Writers' Program at UCLA Extension.

Other poems by Rick Bursky in Verse Daily:
October 6, 2015:   "Instead" "We taught our horses to be wild, our dogs to shoot guns...."
March 21, 2012:   "The Man in the Moon Retires to a Small House in a Valley" "A fleshless man doesn't need much...."
December 4, 2010:   "The Mandolin" "This was the night police chased the musicians from the roof...."

Books by Rick Bursky:

Other poems on the web by Rick Bursky:
Three poems
"The Aerodynamics"
"Pomegranates"
Three poems
"This Is Yours"
"The Aerodynamics"
from "The Myth of Photography"

Rick Bursky's Website.

Rick Bursky on Twitter.

About Let's Become a Ghost Story:

"Rick Bursky's poems are full of good news. It is that poetry still exists."
—Dean Young

"Rick Bursky's Let's Become a Ghost Story is a surrealist's wet dream, full of crashing chandeliers, stopped clocks, and bodies turned to smoke and ash. Bursky uses these moments of magic to navigate the riskiest corners of the human heart: love, death, grief, and losses that repeat themselves like a spell. As Bursky says, 'Everything I know about magic / I learned staring at a firing squad.' In these poems we see that sometimes sorcery is what it takes to face our demons, especially on the unrelenting page."
—Keetje Kuipers

"In Rick Bursky's Let's Become a Ghost Story, the speaker and his lover constantly transform and trade positions: 'Once, while lying on top of me, she began to tremble, / then shook violently and abruptly stopped, / then floated halfway to the ceiling. / She was playing God, or I was. I don't remember.' The outlandish is presented so matter-of-factly that I found myself delightedly half-believing the speaker's assertion that 'According to the census I am not the only person / who lists 'mailbox' as their occupation.' Bursky's surrealism is sensical and grounded in real emotion, which allows these poems to soar."
—Matthea Harvey