Books

Scott Ezell has published a dozen books of poetry and narrative nonfiction with university and independent presses. A partial list of Scott Ezell’s published books is here. These titles can be ordered from your local independent bookseller.

University of Nebraska Press, 2015
Poems, independently published, 2024, trade edition of a very limited hand-bound cartón-style edition made in Chiapas, Mexico in 2022
2025 trade edition of the 2021 limited hand-made edition. The original edition is available from Granary Books
2010, Empty Bowl Press
Independently published, 2020
Pleasure Boat Studio, 2011
Empty Bowl Press, 2012, with financial support from the US embassy in Hanoi
Limited edition chapbook, 2019, also a sound art book-cassette edition, 2021, in collaboration with Will Klingenmeier,please write directly with queries
Limited edition chapbook of incantatory poems, with photos of industrial destruction in Laos, 2020. Listen to the “Swallowed by Machines” spoken word version:
Poems, paintings, and photographs to accompany the ambient instrumental album Ocean Hieroglyphics, first released in 2003

Rivers of Dust and Light, a photography-poetry project on the US-Mexico border wall in collaboration with Bryan Dickie, will be published in spring 2026.

A Far Corner and Journey to the End of the Empire are available in Mandarin editions published in Taiwan.

The poetry collections Heat Maps and Fiddling While Rome Burns are pending publication.

Also forthcoming is Zomia, an epic-length poem based on dynamics of centers and margins, authority and autonomy, industrial development, and militarization in the China-Southeast Asia border zone, with accompanying documentary photos, based on ten years of first-person experience.


a dead horse stands up and runs in the desert

bits of hair and skin drift in the wind

the road is far and no one knows where it leads

does it matter where the road leads

            if you can’t find it

            or if you can’t get off it?

hooves dissolve and mix with dust

stones sleep through a thousand resurrections

the desert is an orchard of stillness

where else would soul or spirit go to find itself

where else could you roam after you’re forgotten by time

where else could the iron bit fall away to rust

among flowers that bloom one day a year

then turn into seeds and dreams of rain

a dead plant hangs outside my window

a cascade of dry brown leaves

too far gone for succor or compassion

no touch or nourishment will save it

when you are lost you look for the road

but the road is lost too

the road leads to a wall

all roads lead to all walls

water is a gift of angels

granted like life from a mystery we can’t understand

the dead horse runs to no road and no horizon

only to breath and movement

which is all we ever had anyway

running from the stricture of bones

that holds us to the form

of what we thought we were

Chiapas, 2025