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To break up the summer swoon here, to cut some of the humid, Poetry Northwest arrived today in the post. While you'll find two of my poems—[First we learn the order of continents] & [Without apology, without guilt, not slumped against]—there are also poems by Maggie Queeney! Beth Marzoni! & & &. Very much looking forward to these pages. 

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My manuscript Nostalgia for a World Where We Can Live was selected by Adrian Matejka for this year's Crab Orchard Poetry Open, along with Sara Henning's View from True North. Our books will be published in 2018 by Southern Illinois University Press. I am, most of all, speechless. Utterly so. 

 

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Looking forward to reading at the Galesburg Public Library this Saturday, April 1, to kick off National Poetry Month & as part of their months-long NEA Big Read Celebration of Emily Dickinson.  If you are in the area, swing by, the reading starts at 2 o'clock.   

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Colorado Review just arrived to mark a new season. Spring, they say. Okay! Spring it is! My [Every doorframe holds tight] is neighbors with a stunning Don Bogen poem. It's official, I trust CR with everything. You should, too. 

 

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Good haul in the mail these days! Ecotone's Country & City issue just arrived with my little, [Some days landlocked doesn't mean water] & Third Coast's newest has [What keeps coming the rain, yes, & also all that]. Nights of good reading ahead of me, for which I'm grateful. You wouldn't believe the company those journals make!  

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Hey hey. The Journal has arrived with two new poems of mine, [Always, as if on cue, the trains] & [When left behind those other rooms], &, of course, there is all sorts of perfect throughout, & thankfully so. 

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Flattered to be in the company of so many giants in the newest issue of Bennington Review. You should rush to order a copy. Because gasp. Because also Kent Shaw. Because I could go on & on. Two of my little sonnets, [Someone left the light on, so that nearly] & [That sense of scale & some distance makes], are there, too. 

 

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O, hi december... what a gift this journal, in these days, & such company. Thanks to everyone at december for honoring a legacy begun in 1958, & for taking care of my [That near relic on the wall, its small]. Pick up a copy, hm. Makes a great holiday gift, too. 

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I heart Water~Stone Review. Classy, complicated, smart & brave: every single issue of this brilliant annual, which also happens to include my [In this light & from any perspective, name]. Get your copy if you haven't. It will knock you over in all the right ways. 

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Hey, pretty Salt Hill. Look at you! 

The beautiful fall issue of this lovely, well made journal just arrived in the later afternoon post. Two of my chair poems, [Early summer & that building yawns] & [Every chair can be alone, sit], are there, tucking up next to some other marvelous work. Pick up a copy, would you....  

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Big love to The Kenyon Review Online for publishing two new poems, in the midst of an extraordinary heat wave no less. You can read [If only we could only talk with our hands—just] & [All right, I'll say it: so the wind] right here... Better yet, read it all

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The newest Crazyhorse has arrived, & I'm completely smitten. You can read my [Let the day make its own,] & [Pressed against these days, & against] there, of course, but more importantly, the whole issue is out of this world & the cover art by David Harrison...well, it's pretty much perfect...

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Beth & I are "on the road" again, spring breaking in La Crosse. I can't imagine an elsewhere I'd rather be. With my dear collaborator & friend by my side, that gorgeous river finding spring, & Iowa & Minnesota bridges away, this new season seems hopeful. If you are in the area, we'd love to see you on Wednesday, March 16th at 6 o'clock in FAC Recital Hall, at Viterbo University. 

 

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A very handsome Passages North, with my [The other night, we stood in front of the picture], arrived in the post the other day. I stayed up late reading the whole issue. You should, too. It will carry you through the roughest patches of winter. 

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The Cincinnati Review just arrived in the afternoon post, & I've got to say that I'm knocked over by it. Yes, yes, my [What happens is this: the body calls—though we don't] happens to be the first poem in the issue, but more importantly... gasp... a new poem by Nancy Eimers is there, & two by Carl Phillips, & & &... You probably want to pick up a copy, hm.