Poems by Thomas Reynolds
In Home Field, Thomas Reynolds writes of small town pool halls, state track meets, six man football games with the surety of a star shortstop turning a double, the ease of movement belying the practice and attention that makes such plays possible and a joy to behold. -- William Sheldon, Rain Comes Riding.
Thomas Reynolds writes the composure of a cross country runner who in legging a rise, fills his lungs with each stride. His poems are quintessentially human, as much a part of us as the cinder track, the small town stadium, the hedge apple...batted with a broken hoe handle." Each poem is a defining metaphor, stitched like a baseball, smelling of leather. -- Al Ortolani, On the Chicopee Spur