J.R. Solonche has been nominated for the National Book Award, the Eric Hoffer Book Award, and nominated three times for the Pulitzer Prize. He is the author of 38 books of poetry and coauthor of another. He lives in the Hudson Valley.

Other poems by J.R. Solonche in Verse Daily:
January 21, 2024:   "The Eglantine" by J.R. Solonche
July 3, 2023:   "Two Owls" "Tenderly they call to one another across the wood...."
September 8, 2022:   "Perseus" "I almost peeked...."
December 11, 2021:   "A Reading" "Silence...."

Other poems on the web by J.R. Solonche:
"Life"
"False Messiah"
"Slipper"
"Cinderella"
Five poems
"I Often Walk to the End of the Road"
Two poems
"Go Out and Listen to the Frogs"
"While I Waited There"
"The Poem of the Future"
Three poems
"Botanical Garden"

J.R. Solonche's Website.

About The Architect's House:

"Solonche is productive and prolific, but that doesn't water down his poetry... He can compress a philosophical treatise into three lines... His epigrammatic tidy poems are philosophic gems. Solonche sees humor and encapsulates it; he frames a thought in perfect verse... He's playful and profound—the more he writes, the more he seems to know. Beneath the Solonche simplicity are significant social comments, and his goodwill reinforces the best in us."
—Grace Cavalieri

"Solonche, an accomplished poet, employs various forms in this compilation, including haiku, prose poem, and free verse. The poems often imaginatively enter into the natural or material world via anthropomorphic similes... Many works have an aphoristic quality that recall Zen koans, and they can be playfully amusing or even silly... A strong set of sympathetic but never sentimental observations."
—Kirkus Reviews

"These poem catch the reader off-guard in playful profundity. While always mindful of the tradition of poetry masquerading as direct statement (the likes of W.C. Williams, Robert Bly, Robert Creeley, and Charles Bukowski), J.R. Solonche nevertheless 'makes it new,' through his masterful use of understatement, aphorism, word play, and anaphora—raising poem after insightful poem from the familiar and often overlooked 'little things' of the poet's day-to-day encounter with the world."
—Phillip Sterling