Thursday, February 28, 2013

Variation on a theme - blue wall and bottles

Photograph care of Factory20.com
I am so interested in what the eye gravitates toward. Shades of blue, rough textures, and a bit of whimsey seem to pull me in. I am transfixed by this image. And yet. Where else should I look for more ideas? I want to evoke Cloud Pharmacy without broadcasting the obvious. I want subtle, but not sad. I want love at first sight; I want a cover that grabs my reader and won't let go. I want beauty.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

My most beloved image today; what do you think?

Photography by Factory20.com

And is this more an album cover than a book of poems? I do love the subtle colors and the suggestion of clouds in the wall. Is it too sad? Too simple? Just right? Love to have comments!


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Looking for the right image - can you help?


Would you pick up a book with this cover? I'm in love with this image but not convinced yet that it is mine -- although it might be. If you are a photographer who is inspired by the notion of CLOUD PHARMACY, please email me at srich18(@) gmail.com. Since several of the poems deal with photography, this image seems especially applicable. It is both wonderful to get to choose my own covers and nerve wracking as well. A first class problem -- fun -- except when I'm turned down on an image I want --- which has happened at least once on every book -- including this one.

Any ideas? Any photographs? Please feel free to send them along. You can leave me a comment with the link or get in touch via email.  And by the way, what do you think of this one?

I'm in love with these bottles ... and so begins the search


Might this be the image for my new collection of poems, CLOUD PHARMACY? I'm just beginning to look at cover art and am excited by the images that I"m finding. From my experience he right piece of cover art just jumps out at me when I find it --- but that jump may take some time to perfect. My preference is to use the work of an artist or photographer that is local. However, the images I'm finding at different sites online is startlingly wonderful. Maybe this is the one?

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Dusty Trails World Poetry Tour 7:30 Tuesday at Richard Hugo House


Dennis Maloney took a chance on my poems fourteen years ago. On December 1, 1998, I received an email letting me know that he had secured funding from the Greenwall Fund through the Academy of American Poets.

That was the same day I totalled my car. All night I tossed and turned wondering if I could feel ecstatically happy and depressed at the same time. (I could.) That email changed my life for the better.

And almost four books later -- Cloud Pharmacy will be out next year, I am still grateful for the care and beauty with which White Pine Press has produced each and every one of my books. Come meet (and hear) Dennis along with four White Pine authors.

If you are interested in becoming a White Pine author, this is your chance to meet him in person.


Tuesday, February 26, 2013 - 7:00pm
Richard Hugo House
Seattle, WA

White Pine Press turns 40 this year, and it's hit the road to celebrate its birthday with the Dusty Trails of Poetry World Tour.

Founding editor Dennis Maloney joins White Pine authors Kelli Russell Agodon, Shin Yu Pai, Susan Rich, Andrew Schelling, and Carolyne Wright commemorating this milestone with a reading from works published by a leading nonprofit literary press of poetry, fiction, and work in translation from around the world.

The bar will be open, and books will be for sale by White Pine Press and the authors. The reading is free.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

The Strangest of Theatres: Poets Writing Across Borders

After many late night conference calls and over a thousand emails, The Strangest of Theatres - Poets Writing Across Borders will be launched this March at AWP in Boston. Once upon a time my friend Ilya and I were talking about the possibilities young poets had in the United States. After finishing college, what avenues were open to a poet hoping to explore the world? Perhaps Peace Corps, perhaps a Fulbright (they are now available for those with a B.A.) but how would they know about such options?

Fast forward five years and Ilya Kaminsky has a new job at The Poetry Foundation. Remember, that idea we had, he writes. Want to do it? 

With the copiloting of Brian Turner and Jared Hawkley we began to dream. Who would we ask for essays on their time exploring the world? Carolyn Forche? Naomi Shihab Nye? Yusef Komunyakaa?

How grateful we were when each poet said yes.

The amazing poet and editor Catherine Barnett joined us six months into the project and made all the difference. She taught me the delicate balance of editing the work of prose as opposed to poetry. How to work with writers that one admires and is in awe of -- and still to offer suggestions.

The book is available for preorder now. Other poets included are Elizabeth Austen, Katharine Whitcomb, Derrick Burleson and Aimee Nezhukumathil I'll be writing more about it in the month to come. For now, you might just want to reserve a copy.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

A Belated Happy Birthday to Miss Bishop








One Art by Elizabeth Bishop



The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love).I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Thank You to The Monarch Review

Stephen Bartholomew - artist

One of my favorite valentines arrived this year in the shape of a poem accepted and posted at The Monarch Review --- a gorgeous print (and online) journal launched in Seattle just a couple of years ago.

My poem "What Hodan Tells Me" began almost a decade ago when I was working on the Somali Voices Project. I was a co-founder of the Somali Rights Network that one of my former students, Mohamud Esmail, had started with a friend.

In an effort to bring attention to the Somali community in the Seattle area, I decided to interview Somali people living in the area. I published the poems from this project in my book Cures Include Travel. Recently I found my notebooks from that time (never throw out old notebooks) and I found these quotes from Hodan about her United States Embassy interview in Kenya.


WHAT HODAN TELLS ME


Everyone knows

for $80 you can become a Somali citizen

with a blue passport

a diplomat for not much more.

The American Embassy woman confides,

“You are going to suffer culture shock

but The Bold and Beautiful will help.”

To continue reading, check out The Monarch Review

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Valentine's Day is the Last Day for Winter Prices: Give Yourself the Gift of Poets on the Coast


The ideal place to write is right here

We have 3 spaces remaining for Poets on the Coast: A Weekend Writing Retreat for Women on September 6-8, 2013! We also have 3 spaces left in our manuscript workshop class.

Prices go up after February 14th, so if you're interested, check it out today. Click here for more info.

You can sign up here. Also, it's cheaper to pay by check than PayPal, just drop me a note at srich18(at) gmail.com and I'll hold your place.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

International Poets Take Note: The Human Journal is Open


This is just to announce that I'm on the editorial team of a new journal called The Human Journal that is based in Istanbul, Turkey. My friend Mustafa Bal has been the energy behind seeing this beautiful ideal  become a now near reality.

So whether you live in Asia or South America, Australia or Zimbabwe please submit your poems. We are asking for no more than three poems (five pages maximum) sent at one time. Our first issue comes out in June --- don't you want to be part of it?

Part of our manifesto reads as follows:

The Human is a refereed academic journal of humanities, social sciences, and arts, which is dedicated to intellectual discussion of diverse aspects of human experience. 

The Human is an entirely independent journal that has no ties to any associations or institutions, solely prioritizing independent dissemination of qualified knowledge and experience.

Works published in The Human aim to establish, question, analyze, problematize, and discover original methods of thoughts to contribute to solutions of current and deep-rooted human problems in the world.

Works published in The Human also seek after the truthful and the beautiful.


More ideas and information on this soon but for now, you can check out the wonderful web site.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

How Penguins Do It --- Testing the Waters

Many years ago, when I quit my job with Amnesty International USA to travel across the country to a place called the Pacific Northwest, a friend in Boston told me this story. When a group of penguins come across a body of water they need to cross, they cluster together and push their "leader" off the ledge. If all goes well, the rest dive in. If instead, the lead penguin gets eaten by a predator, the others find an alternate path. That cozy pack they travel in therefore has an alternative motive.

My friend told me this story because I was quitting a perfectly good job to start an MFA program in poetry. It didn't make any logical sense. Except to me. A few short months later he left his job with Goldman Sachs to become a Peace Corps Volunteer in West Africa. I know that leaving my job with Amnesty was one of the best decisions of my life. I can only hope his dive ended up half as successful.

So often as we (I) get older the diving into new experiences becomes more difficult to do. There seems a better chance of a shark or polar bear in the water below. But I also know that if I don't take chances in my writing and in my life, the alternative is to feel stymied. I think my belated New Years resolution is to take more risks. I'm not as interested in the high dives as I am in the internal reckonings. I just know life is short and I don't want to regret what I didn't do in mine.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Life as a Midlife Poet : How Did This Happen?

Meet Anna, poet of wedding poems
Okay,  I am not so old that I can remember medieval times. Still it is true that I have hit middle age. I can no longer enter "emerging poet" contests. For better or worse, I have emerged. This is not easy to admit. I do not feel wise enough or mature enough to have lived this long. How did it happen?

There are a few positive notes that I want to share about growing older. In the past three years, my friend Kelli Russell Agodon and I have created Poets on the Coast: A Writing Retreat for Women. Every September we meet at the Sylvia Beach Hotel in Nye Beach, Oregon and so far, a group of cool and varied poets come along, too. We have women join us from as far away as Maryland and Virginia, Southern California and Canada. Our ages span from 20 something to seventy something -- but who's counting?

A few years ago I was invited to curate the Jack Straw Writers Program and our group of poets, novelists, and non-fiction writers are still meeting together and sharing work several years later.
In other words, instead of needing a writing mentor, I have become one. Another surprise.

Recently, I've met a few people who I would consider ex-poets. Once they wrote poetry, now they do real estate or knit. I'm always slightly afraid of these former wordsmiths. I wonder if that will happen to me someday. I think not but it's possible.

I published my first poem at 21 while I squatting in an Edinburgh flat learning to be a writer. The next poem was ten years later and perhaps better marks my taking myself seriously as a writer. And as an adult.

Here's what I've learned about writing in my twenty-something years of sending poems into the world to journals, calendars, art galleries and in some cases, books.

1. You need writer friends. Without Poets on the Coast, my poetry group, and the fantastic literary community in the Seattle area, I don't know that I would be inspired to try new forms and new concepts in my work. It really helps to have other writers to share ideas with over time.

2.  Cross-training helps. For almost two years I've been working on an anthology of essays titled The Strangest of Theatres: Poets Writing Across Borders with Catherine Barnett, Jared Hawkley, Brian Turner, and Ilya Kaminsky. Conceptualizing, writing, and editing a book is an enormous undertaking.
And while it certainly took time away from writing poems, the book allowed me to hone a new skill.  Working with a team of writers and copy editors and fact checkers and other folks taught me a great deal of how much work goes into creating an anthology. It's good to try new things.

3. Providing inspiration and mentorship to other poets is crucial. While I teach college students full-time, only a small handful are interested in becoming writers, still less are interested in poetry. However, teaching for the Artists Trust Edge Program, the Antioch MFA program, and Poets on the Coast allows me to feel that I'm giving back to my community. In turn, I receive incredible warmth and support from the poets I work with. It's a crucial part of the process.

4. Always experiment; write new things. In my writing life, I've written grants for projects I feared were too difficult for me because if the money came through, I'd have to "woman up" to the task. I'm in that process right now and while it's difficult, it stretches me as a writer and that's the only way I will keep interested in what I'm doing. I have a short attention span. I need new ways of conceiving poems, new ideas. Some will fail; that is what every writer confronts. Every single one of us.

5. Create new ways to bring poetry to the public. This year as part of a citywide festival I organized the Improbable Places Poetry Tour at the Alexis Hotel. With the help of Angie Vorhies, Harold Taw, Kelli Agodon and Elizabeth Austen we created an event featuring hotel poems taking place in a hotel suite. I hope to do this once a year -- bring poetry outside of schools and bookstores to where people who are not poets can experience the real power of poetry.

6. Cures include travel. For me, travel is my drug of choice. Even bad trips get you out of your own skin. Living in West Africa as a Peace Corps Volunteer in my mid twenties is what allowed me to write in the first place. I needed to get out of my own head and experience a world beyond Boston, Massachusetts in order to become real to myself. I believe it's still true.

7.  Don't be afraid to be wacky. The picture up top comes from a poet by the name of Anna Whitehouse whose web site states she will write a medieval wedding poem for anyone that asks her. Closer to home, here in Seattle we have the Typing Explosion and Public Health Poems with Rachel Kessler and friends. I love the idea of poems in public bathrooms featuring the playful importance of hand washing. Rachel will be bringing her project to my college this April. Wackiness is the way!







Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Welcome to Guest Blogger Patty Kinney

Today I'm pleased to introduce Patty Kinney who writes about her first writer's retreat and much more.


Meet Patty Kinney: poet, essayist and woman extraordinaire. Patty and I first met nearly ten years ago when she was my student at the Antioch MFA program in Los Angeles. I knew then that she was an incredible spirit and the years since have only made that more clear. 

About a year ago Patty got back in touch with me through the magic of Facebook. Since then I've had the pleasure to see Patty at several literary events and as part of different classes I have taught. Her poems are honest, humorous, and leave me wanting more. She is a poet whose name I believe you will come to know. 

Patty's poems and essays have appeared in The Sun, hipMama, Crab Creek Review, OccuPoetry, Poets Against War and other journals and anthologies. Patty is a 2013 EDGE program participant. 

Here's Patty's take on allowing herself the gift of a first writing retreat. 

I was not a person who liked being around a bunch of women before this experience.

Now, I embrace it.

I do a lot of lucid dreaming. My desires inform my dreams. Two years ago when I yearned to travel to Newport, Oregon to attend Poets On The Coast, a writing retreat for women, I just couldn’t swing it. Life got in the way. Still, it lodged itself like a sliver in my subconscious.Honestly,  I wasn’t crazy about spending the weekend with a bunch of strangers, especially women. But the dreams didn’t stop; the sliver festered.

Last September, when the retreat was in it’s second year, I became a Poet On The Coast.

My drive from Olympia to the Oregon Coast took place on the hottest day of the year. I left behind a very ill mother and a sunburned child. I arrived early, happy to discover an Irish Pub near the 100 year old Sylvia Beach Hotel. I needed a Guinness to brave all these women. 

An hour later, I checked in to the Neverland of writerly hotels. Each room is named for writers, novelists, poets - dead and alive. I lugged by vintage suitcase to the Alice Walker room, opened the door and cried. I’d been to Uganda twice. The room was a near replica of a cabana I stayed in while on safari in East Aftica. I poked around other rooms (they leave them open before guests arrive). I was bookended by John Steinbeck and Virginia Woolf. I checked out Colette (posh), Mark Twain ( stately), Dr. Seuss (whimsical).

When it came time to meet the women, I took the stairs one by one. My feet moved so slowly I was sure they were drugged. As I reached the Mark Twain room, other women began to filter in. Renee from Canada, Angie from California, Amber from West Virginia - two dozen in all. The entire Pacific Northwest and beyond represented. We were recently homeless women, lawyers, teachers, nurse practitioners. We wore bare feet, Birkenstocks, slippers and Italian sandals. I was immediately intimidated. My inner child sucked it’s thumb.

As the women introduced themselves I felt my breathing slow. I slid out of my sandals. The girls were a smorgasbord. Every level of writing, every level of nice, every level of accepting.

Meet Shelly, Cat-in-Residence

I’d made plans to go to dinner with another poet from Olympia but as I returned to my room to get ready for dinner I found I was weeping. A lot. I wept for the gift I’d given myself - time away to write. I wept for not giving it to myself sooner. I wept for the other writers/poets and the snippets of their work I’d heard in their self-introductions. I wept because there were petunias, and cosmos, and echinacea in the welcome garden as I entered the hotel. I wept because there is a hotel cat, Shelly. Mascara-smeared, I told my friend I could not join her for dinner. The hotel was quiet that night. I imagine I wasn’t the only one filled with gratitude at pulling off a getaway. I was Bonnie, not a Clyde in site.

The rest of the weekend is a beautiful blur. There were new poems written from wonderful writing exercises, yoga with Kay, the most gentle spirit I’ve ever met (I had to do it sitting in a chair), wine and snacks a plenty, a fresh five course gourmet meal, goal setting, Mostly I remember the women. Their words, their smiles a stick writing in the sand, I’ll see you next September.

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If you are interested in joining Poets on the Coast 2013, let us know soon. There are only 3 spots left! Save on registration fee if you register on or before Valentine's Day!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

A Rare Chance to Work with Carolyn Forche at Hedgebrook!

Caroyln Forche teaches at Hedgebrook this March
For me, a week at Hedgebrook with Carolyn Forche was a kind of poetry heaven. On an island off of Washington State surrounded by tall trees and smart women, I spent seven days in December 2010 writing poems and getting to know a poet who had been my childhood hero.

Hedgebrook is a writing retreat (or an advance, as Gloria Steinem says) for women writers at any stage in their career. I first went to Hedgebrook in 1995 and it changed my life. It can change yours.

There are only a few spots left for Carolyn's class this coming March. Click here to find out more about the one week retreat and Hedgebrook. Feel free to post questions below. I'm happy to be of help.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Quick! Before They're Gone -- Free Posters by Jessica Helfand


Designed by Jessica Helfand
If you are a teacher, community worker, or person who has a public space in the world, here is an absolutely free poster for National Poetry Month offered by the Academy of American Poets. Each year I tape the poster to my office door but this year, I'm going to frame it. I love this poster created by Jessica Helfand. Helfand is a graphic designer who seems to have a creative obsession with old scrapbooks. Thank you Jessica Helfand for creating such a gorgeous poster -- the best one yet.

Click on this page and watch the 2 minute video on the right hand side where Helfand narrates the scrap book of Marybelle Harn a music student in Cincinnati, Ohio, 1875. The book includes meticulously kept old wrappers from the chocolates and sweets she favored. "More sustaining than meat" is the slogan of the Hershey's company in the 19th century. Who knew?

My college is planning a month of readings, poetry broadsides, panels, and maybe videos all celebrating poetry in our community and in the world. It's going to be a busy spring!