by Jack Myers

Finally, I found a treasure among the smoldering piles of my peripatetic reading. Jim Thatcher's narrator, that of a disembodied soul on a quest to glimpse some "elusive epiphany of existence", writes with such inherent humility that it seems he is scoring the background music for our incomprehensible human epic. And my all-time favorite feeling I get while reading this little book of poems is that you feel yourself getting greedy for more of them while getting drunker and drunker on his clarity and vision. Barkeep, more !

by Natasha Saje

This is a poet who walks and who listens, who smiles at "the joy of being an infinitesimal speck in the world's mystery", who thinks about thinking. These are poems of consciousness, but also observation, and they are replete with intelligence, learning, and charm. Jim Thatcher's book of poems, THE UR-WORD, balances gravity and levity in equal measure, takes nothing for granted, and offers readers real and unusual pleasures.