New Full Length Poetry Book!

Incredibly excited to announce my first full length poetry book, “How I learned to Learn New Things” from Finishing Line Press! It’s a family friendly collection about children, spouses, and the effects of nature on a life-long city boy.
Buy your copies online on Amazon, Barnes & Nobles, or directly from Finishing Line Press.
Enjoy a few poems from the collection!

sunday morning pondering

i am wondering
who moved that chair to the space
just besides the door

where i will certainly trip
over it;
my knees finding
the one corner on the chair
that doesn’t have cushion.
i am talented in that way –
that finds the hard points
in everything i walk by,
landing on my ass
with nary a lesson learned.

a discourse in self-awareness

there is this plant,
i think it may be a weed
but no one has told it,

reaching towards a laughing sun.
flat leaves dancing
in ambiguity.

it is living in my vegetable garden
between the tomatoes
and rosemary.

i feel like this weed —
an imposter. a conspirator,

lying besides the long-limbed
flowering tomato plants
lining the flower bed.

another song to dance to

spring rains linger
on the dry grass.

my feet are wet.

the flowers enjoy an
unscheduled drink,
shaking green fists at the sun,

and we stomp around the
yard so that mud sticks to
our soles.

you see,
when it rains in the desert
the vegetables sing!

and me without my shoes,
i can’t help but
dance in step to the tune.

New chapbook from Red Bird Chapbooks!


My second chapbook “Yes I Know You Can’t Drive Across The World” was just released by Red Bird Chapbooks. Pick up your copy!

“Daniel Pereyra’s poems capture the wonder and delight of everyday life.  In “afternoons in the backyard,” the author and his son play in a kiddie pool, and fight demons like bees. [Life] As a father, “i am his hero and he my apprentice.”  Billy Joel shows the narrator that it is no longer his life, it is his now son’s in “a lesson from the piano man.”  The son “…tells me about his day / and how he colored an elephant yellow / because he really likes yellow.” Pereyra’s poems also reflect on rainstorms in the desert, treasures left behind in attics, and the dynamics of married life. A spider decorates the porch and a fly critiques wine choices. The author speaks for many of us in the final lines of “some honesty on a tuesday” when he says,

that i think, with sincere clarity,             drinking my coffee with eyes closed /

damn, i’m tired.”