Two New Poems in Poetry Northwest!

So happy to have two poems, “My Students See Emmett Till’s Body” and “Drift,” in the gorgeous summer issue of Poetry Northwest!

Thank you to the staff at Poetry Northwest, especially Kevin Craft, Matt Kelsey, and Justin Boening, for their work on this issue. I’m very pleased to share pages with Emily Kendal Frey, Corey Van Landingham, Matt Morton, and Kai Carlson-Wee, who also have beautiful poems in here.

New Work in Poetry Northwest!

Thrilled to say that I have two poems in the Fall & Winter 2013-2014 issue of Poetry Northwest!  It’s always a rush to see my words in print, but this is especially true when they are printed in a journal that I love and respect.

And a third poem from the same body of work is featured on the Poetry Northwest website.  You can check it out here.

Writing Season, Reading Season

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything.  It’s been SO long that I’m almost embarrassed.  It’s like when you’ve been playing phone tag with a friend for so long that it starts to feel impossible to ever catch up.

And it’s true.  It IS impossible to catch up.  But that’s okay.  We can start fresh, right?


I tend to think of my year as a poet in terms of seasons.  There’s writing season, reading season, and (I keep forgetting about this one…) submitting season.  All spring and summer, I was deep into writing season.  Now that it’s getting colder out and I’m back at work, reading season is in full swing.

Since I last wrote, I’ve been back to Bread Loaf, heard dozens of great new poets, and read lots of amazing new poetry books.  Here’s a few of my recent favorites:

Antidote by Corey van Landingham: strange and fresh and lovely and haunting.  The landscape of loss in this book is inescapable;  it sneaks up on you and doesn’t let go.

Bringing the Shovel Down by Ross Gay: disturbing and electric and beautiful and recursive.  You will think about the title poem for a long long time.  And then you’ll think about it some more.

Horse in the Dark by Vievee Francis: fierce and powerful.  When Vievee read from this at Bread Loaf, I got goosebumps.

Night of the Republic by Alan Shapiro:  weird and lonely and resonant.  These poems keep talking to each other and echoing around the empty space in your head and gaining and gaining meaning.

There’s lots more, so I’ll share them soon.  Add any of your own favorites in the comments!