PRAISE

Sean playing pool 2
At Gold Crown Billiards

A blue-collar, Rust Belt romantic to his generous, enthusiastic core, Dougherty has filled eight prior volumes with character sketches, pool hall odes (he now works in a pool hall), vaunting declarations, outcries, celebrations, protests, and promises, “in the rusting cities in the rusting places where we leaned against the wall, in the smoky haze of bar smoke and breath.” Publisher’s Weekly

Sean Thomas Dougherty’s poems vibrate with ‘red and blue braids of light’, in a voice that resonates and transports. Arresting, precise imagery from a poet of grand and memorable vision, this is the gypsy punk heart of American poetry.
Dorianne Laux

Sean reading on the streets of Dublin
Sean reading on the streets of Dublin

Dougherty’s brave poems transport us to the fault lines of our lives… where Kundera  and Lorca meet the world of the holding cell and the chain-link fence.   Jan Beatty                      

These soul-infused, deftly crafted stanzas pulse with the rhythms of a poet who lives his life out loud. Sean Thomas Dougherty has always shunned convention in favor of his fresher landscapes—vand this book will be the one that stamps his defiant signature on the canon. Patricia Smith

Yes, these poems glow with what is most tender in Lorca; but they also strut with what is most wiseass in O’Hara; they brood with what is most  earnest in Akhmatova. In this book one hears the footsteps of all the teachers and friends and loved ones and strangers that people Sean Thomas Dougherty’s mind (the blood’s library) and heart (the blood’s dancehall)Terrance Hayes.

Award winner
Lifetime Achievement Award from Poet’s Hall in Erie 2015

A prodigious poet with a vast complex of influences cultivated through an exceptionally voracious appetite for reading, experiences, music and ever-alert observation, he offers up a language rendered, as he explains, in “three dimensions in which we say a word that becomes a form in the air that then is anchored in the space of an exchange between bodies.” The Utah Review

Sean Thomas Dougherty is the Miles Davis of the sentence.   Peter Markus