"Beyond the scarred surface, I saw the bones of the Moon, / the geology of a crime. He would not speak of it."
The University of Arizona Poetry Center, Arizona Public Media, and the Pima County Public Library have launched a poetry contest for K-12 students in Pima, Santa Cruz, and Cochise County in Arizona, with submissions accepted between June 16 and July 16, 2020.
What bliss to read the latest Rhysling Anthology from the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA) and edited by David C. Kopaska-Merkel, but what torture to select the best three short and long poems nominated for the 2020 Rhysling Award.
The 2020 SFPA Poetry Contest runs from June 1 through August 31, 2020 and is open to both non-members and members.
Thank you to members of the board, featured poets, and attendees for a successful and sustaining 2020 Tucson Poetry Festival.
The 2020 Tucson Poetry Festival will include workshops, a reading by the featured poets, and an open mic.
"Little girls in white dresses skipping rope / & chanting singsong in slow motion we stole / from an 80’s horror film."
When Director Melanie Madden suggested the theme for this year's annual Tucson Poetry Festival—"Poetry to Sustain Us"—none of us on the Board could have predicted how even more necessary this sustenance would become in 2020.
"Lava, perfectly happy to flow / like water smoothly around / obstructions"
"Aliens are here"
In the 2019 Shadow Award from The Molotov Cocktail, one of my entries landed me on the short list.
Anders Carlson-Wee's poems in The Low Passions feel like they have exactly the right words; the perfect, accessible, blunt, beautiful, challenging, and surprising words.
I’m now a writing instructor at the Writers Studio in Tucson, Arizona and I’ll be teaching an 8-week introductory workshop in fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction beginning Saturday, April 20th!
"Divert the river from the ocean! / Divert the stream from river, / from lake. Divert the rain / from ground, / from rooftop, / from cloud."
”I’m dazzled by headlights / while flaming forest fire sits / smug on my couch under my roof / smoking up his coming out to me / like its air itself. He told me over the phone. / He’s here now. I pull from the breast / pocket of my work shirt a folded list / of questions I wrote.”
I've been fortunate to have been in several workshops with Katie Predick, a poet I highly regard. Her poetry is rich with images and surprises as she explores myth and nature and themes of womanhood and parenthood, relationships, science, and human impact on the environment (she's also an accomplished scientist.)
A short chapbook of beautiful epistolary poems between Aimee Nezhukumatathil and Ross Gay. Ostensibly about their individual gardens, the scope of these poets' poems frequently expands in breathtaking ways.
I know when poems are working for me when the images suddenly erupt in vivid virtual reality in my mind and I gasp; several poems in this collection had those effects on me.
"I’ve seen the eclipse already. / I’ve seen how it begins: / the radiant sun, the vanished / moon. See how they are going / to collide, the many decisions / the moon made, the sun in its / place and bright and not waiting, / but willing."
"Condemn / Condemn / when necessary / Condemn / Condemn white supremacists kkk nazis / whatever name gone by Condemn / always"