We're doing a lot of work at home, building a better stronger show to take on the road later this year. There are already tour dates up for the midwest and Texas at http://www.jonathanbyrd.com/schedule/ .

Thanks to The Daily Tarheel for writing about our residency at The Kraken: http://www.dailytarheel.com/article/2018/01/shake-sugaree-0130 . Check out The Byrd Word podcast over at http://www.jonathanbyrd.com/the-byrd-word/ . You can subscribe and listen to The Byrd Word on iTunes, Stitcher, and Google Play. By the time you read this, I'll have the newest one up with New Folk winner Wes Collins.

We're stepping out Friday to Dahlonega, GA at Cavender Creek Vineyards. Saturday, we’re honored to be a part of the very first Martha Bassett Show at Reeves Theater in Elkin, North Carolina.


WED FEB 7 - The Kraken - Chapel Hill NC - special guest Wes Collins

FRI FEB 9 - Cavender Creek Vineyards - Dahlonega GA

SAT FEB 10 - Reeves Theater - Elkin NC

WED FEB 14 - The Kraken - Chapel Hill NC - Valentines Day!

THURS FEB 15 - Carolina Theater - Durham NC - opening for The Earls Of Leicester

WED FEB 21 - The Kraken - Chapel Hill NC - special guest Eno River Rats

WED FEB 28 - The Kraken - Chapel Hill NC - a special night in memory of Paul Ford

FRI MAR 2 - St. Matthews Episcopal Church - Faith & Arts Series - Hillsborough NC - a full-length reading show featuring poems from my new book 'You've Changed'


'You've Changed,' my first book of poetry is still selling like hotcakes. I'm working on another book of poetry and photography of horses with the incredible Rodney Bursiel. Here's a sneak preview:

The First Day

When is grandpa going to die, he asked.
The mare had broke her water in the night.
No one knows, said Mama. We are tasked
to help with that transition when it’s right.

She tied a rope around the single hoof,
her hands the boy’s and horse’s God entire.
She said that they had waited long enough.
The boy fed bits of wood into the fire.

The head appeared and split the mare. She heaved,
the laminated foal reluctant yet.
Although to see the light would mean to breathe,
the winter in its lungs would seem like death.

The horse was born. The old man passed away.
The evening and the morning were the first day.


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