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"Reed’s corporate entity, then, is an infernal creation—embodied but having no particular body, and therefore no locus of humanity, since whatever else we are, we are our bodies first and finally."
— Justin Taylor, for Assignment Mag
"If these poems are confessions, then Reed's many formal interventions mean to break up, down or apart, reveal and revise, perhaps, the performance of those confessions, an effort to expose their inner makings, motives, our histories, these 'constructed rituals' of shame and desire. I'd say this fits a mind that seems at turns insatiable, wanting more of our world and of the poem; at other times more reserved, wanting less; but at all times is a mind nevertheless committed to the poem's queerest possibility, evoking its many traditions just as it disrupts or rewrites them. So these poems teach me. Justin Phillip Reed is a productive new voice in contemporary poetry, 'rose up like a hard new fact,' and one that feels in every way as irrefutable."
— Rickey Laurentiis, author of Boy With Thorn
"Satisfying and revelatory confessional marked by an aching fury to revise the exclusionary narratives of creation."
— Neyat Yohannes, for Vagabond City Lit
"His gods are the idea of god translated onto men and memories he loves or beds or worships or all of the above."
— Kimberly Ann Southwick, for Ploughshares Blog
"Justin Phillip Reed is a voice worth hearing, the world a bigger and better place because of it."
Breakwater Review "Blackguard" & 1 more
Boston Review "The Personal Animal"
selected for Bettering American Poetry 2016
eleven eleven "Untitled (We aint even posed to be here)" & 1 more
Foundry "When I Was a Man"
joINT. Literary "Performing A Warped Masculinity […]" & 2 more
Lambda Literary "Minotaur"
Nashville Review "Beneficence"
PEN America "The Bastard's Crown" & 1 more
Phantom "Necessary Room" & 1 more
Poets.org "About the Bees"
Public Pool "I Must Be Some Kind of Impossible" & 2 more
The New York Times Magazine "Theory for Expansion"
The Offing "When I Am the Reaper" & 1 more
The Shade Journal "Head of Medusa" & 1 more
The Shallow Ends "When What They Called Us Was Our Name"
Tupelo Quarterly "South Carolina is / shaped like a heart […]"
Vinyl "|p|l|e|a|s|" & 2 more
wildness "When I Had the Haint" & 1 more
Winter Tangerine Review "Open Season"
Yalobusha Review "The Day ______ Died" & 1 more
Poetry Society of America In Their Own Words: On "Consent"
The Shade Journal Shade of the Week: A Blues A Blues A Blues
Blueshift Journal Feature of the Month
Howlarium Date a Creator