VSC, Studios of Key West, Idyllwild, new poems, and more!

2018 has been a nonstop wild ride of a year! I moved in January from Gainesville to Cincinnati, and then again last week from Cincinnati to piney and gorgeous Idyllwild, California, where I’ll teach creative writing as the Poet-in-Residence at Idyllwild Arts Academy. In between, I spent a month in Key West at the Studios of Key West, and another month in dreamy Johnson, Vermont, at the Vermont Studio Center. I have met so many bright and brilliant lights in these places, written poems and essays I may not have otherwise written, and come away with the woods, rivers, roosters, and iguanas a little stitched into my bones. I’m grateful, grateful, grateful to these organizations for their generous gift of time and space, and to their staff for all they do for those in residence. If you’re considering applying for either of these residencies, send me a message– I’d be happy to chat with you about the experience.

I’ve also had a few poems published in journals I admire. The Southeast Review published four of my creature poems, and you can purchase “Bigfoot at Siesta Beach” as a beautiful broadside designed by Erik Pedersen here. An extra shoutout to Dorothy Chan and Alex Quinlan for being such generous editors- they were the first to accept my creature poems and have done so much to support them.

Hot Metal Bridge published my poem “Better Homes and Gardens” in May, and two more of my creature poems,“Bigfoot Thumbs a Ride” and “Animal Bride”, found an incredibly fitting home in the Fairy Tale Review Online in June. I also had a poem, “Marriage,” in Western Humanities Review. I am ever grateful to the editors of these publications for their kindness and labor.

In June I also had my second ever creative nonfiction publication when Mississippi Review published my essay, “Sillage,” in their prize issue, where it was a finalist for the 2018 Nonfiction Prize. This essay concerns the Black Dahlia murder, the Rococo painter Fragonard, perfume and the perfuming town of Grasse, France, and what the dead leave behind.

That’s all for now, folks.

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