Daye Phillippo


“I do not think I have before encountered poems that catch more exactly, and on the wing, the quiet glory of the ordinary–poems endowed with genuine affection, non-nonsense attention, and a lived-in faith. Her cadenced lines breathe with the season, even at night carry the ‘fragrance of sun and breeze’ as if they, like ‘the fibers of line-dried sheets. . . had memorized the day.’ And the day remembered, in these poems of Daye Phillippo, is twice blessed.” –ELEANOR WILNER, author of Before Our Eyes: New and Selected Poems

“Daye Phillippo’s lovely sharp-eyed Thunderhead begins with cold and ache from the Ice Age via the River Teays, miles beneath her farmhouse, tapped to drink and to cleanse. But this poet is haunted throughout by the unseen and the clear: seasons, work, family, the mysteries of the natural world here, then not.” –MARIANNE BORUCH, Professor Emeritus of English, Purdue University

Thunderhead gives us poem after poem of abiding presence, of the kind one finds in paintings by Winslow Homer, or the light inside the word ‘radiance’ the poet allows so receptively to thunder through her head.” –DANIEL TOBIN, Professor of Writing, Literature & Publishing, Emerson College.

“These poems speak to the heart, the land, the place, and God in it all. I disappear in them, as I feel the writer does too. They reawaken me to the enduring Mystery that holds us all, well, together.” –Terry Minchow-Proffitt, pastor and poet

“These poems are like reading the waters from ancient rivers. In Thunderhead, Phillippo orders the season and encounters ‘radiance’ from the ordinary fabric of human life.” –DIANE GLANCY, author of Island of the Innocent: A Consideration of the Book of Job

With exception of cover art, photographs on this website, unless otherwise credited, are property of Daye Phillippo. Photo of the author beside the black locust tree is credited to Heather Trueblood.