Monday, April 21, 2025

index | found poems by ron reed

Here are links to several found poems I've assembled over the years. They are centos, "poetical works wholly composed of verses or passages taken from other authors, disposed in a new form or order." 


seven found poems assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2022


six found poems assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2021



found poem assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2020



four found poems assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2019

Two robots are coming.

Hide the WD-40...



assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2018

I'm probably going to be a mad scientist,

and make the original recipe for creating life on earth... 


Musicians and night-club proprietors lead complicated lives...


I know nothing about her but what I heard from the scuzbut on the streets...


It came to pass in New York...


gift wrap, old prescriptions, old chargers, broken headphones...


Other people's minds are a foreign country...


Earthlings are fragile, demanding, and germy...


Movements of the lower lip in dance,
A work consisting of a hundred love lyrics...


The morning was cold and the sky was bright...


God spoke.
My own true love...