Thursday, July 7, 2011


July careens and summer swells. I'm off to Fishtrap Outpost tomorrow, where I'll be happily disconnected from phone and interwebs for 9 days. Looking forward to coming back with poems, pictures, and something worth telling you about. Be well, friends!


I have a poem up this week over at Linebreak: "Months after the Mt. Cashmere Wildfire, with Meteors"

Big thanks to the editors for featuring the poems, and to my Sewanee friend Lisa Fay Coutley for such an excellent reading (she's up on Verse Daily! she has a new chapbook you should buy!)


Eight years ago, I began traveling the United States to photograph senior dogs. Like the diverse human pageant that Robert Frank captured in his book, The Americans, back in the 1950’s, I found dogs inhabiting all manner of American life -- and with many years inscribed in their beings.

My interest in the world of the senior dog began as my own two dogs began to approach the end of their days. This was at a time when I had lived enough years to start imagining my own mortality. I entered a world of grace where bodies that had once expressed their vibrancy were now on a more fragile path.

-This is amazing.


Heather Christle is a creative writing fellow in poetry at Emory University whose second volume of poetry, "The Trees the Trees," is out now (her third book will be published by Wesleyan University Press). If you like her poems, you can call her during appointed (but generous) hours between now and next Thursday, and she'll read one just for you. It's as easy as dialing 413-570-3077.

-via Salon


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