Just checking in, saying hi. Had a remarkable time last week in Gambier, Ohio, working on new poems alongside Jay Brecker, Brian Cochran, Charles Douthat, Jean Harper, Joe Landi, Bonnie Naradzay, Linda Stryker, and Elizabeth Sylvia in David Baker’s workshop.
Moving backward, I visited Indiana University East in April as part of their regional writers series, which was so much fun. And Sharon Benzoni and I had a good time talking about Bigfoot on her show for WNHH New Haven in March; there’s a link to that interview here.
I’m reading poems on Thursday, March 17 at the Institute Library in New Haven, Connecticut. Doors open at 6:30pm, open mic at 7, I go on about 8. I would love to see you there.
In which I talk to Conor Scruton in the latest issue of Red Paint Hill about Bigfoot and form and being like William Blake.
This poem was in Delirious Hem.
WOMAN 1: They couldn’t have dreamt
of such riches for us:
in aisle seventeen,
tonics to cure cholera,
syphilis, gout, melancholy.
For the full poem, click here.
So pleased to have been invited to this all-women issue of Dusie. My poem “Unrest” begins on page 152.
Last night I interviewed writer Colin Channer about his debut book of poems, Providential. It’s a terrific collection. You should check it out.