Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Confession Tuesday: Full Moon Edition

My Part of the World - photo by Kelli Russell Agodon

Dear Reader,

It's been one week and one tiger prawn dinner since my last confession.

I've been crazy busy, but good busy.  Sometimes having things to do makes more things get done.  And did you see the moon last night?

To the confessional--

I confess the moon always amazes me.  Last night when I drove by the beach, I saw three cars parked all faced towards the moon.

It makes me thankful people still stop to see it.

Sometimes I think, "If this was the last full moon ever, everyone would be lined up to see it."  It would be this huge event, but we get it every month.

At some point, each of us will have a last full moon.  I hope we each pay attention to it.


I confess I'm not looking for cover art for my next book, Hourglass Museum.

It just got pushed up in the publishing line and should arrive a year (a year!) earlier than I thought.

This is both exciting and scary.  Both nervous and moonswept.


I confess I have a pile of books I need to tell you about.

Books I have read and listened to.  Books that you will want to read in daylight and moonlight.  Poetry books. Nonfiction.

I'll get that list up soon.  I promise.


I confess I'll be reading in Seattle for White Pine Press's 40th anniversary tonight.  At Richard Hugo House at 7 pm if you can make it.  There will be 5 other amazing readers--Dennis Maloney, Susan Rich, Carolyne Wright, Shin Yu Pai, and Andrew Schelling--and you will leave inspired and thankful to have come.  (This is what I hope.)

Details here:  http://hugohouse.org/event/2013/feb/dusty-trails-poetry-world-tour-white-pine-press-turns-40

I confess I need to get organized as there's a ferry I need to catch!


~ Kells

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Seattle Folks-- Join us Feb 26 @HugoHouse for a poetry reading! 7 pm

I'll be reading at Richard Hugo House on Tuesday, Feb 26th 2013 at 7 pm with Dennis Maloney, Susan Rich, Shin Yu Pai, Carolyne Wright, and Andrew Schelling.

If you're near Capitol Hill in Seattle, please join us!  Poetry, open bar--what a good way to spend a Tuesday night!

Here are the details: 

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.

About White Pine Press

White Pine Press is a nonprofit literary publisher of poetry, fiction, and work in translation from around the world. 2013 is our 40th anniversary and we are celebrating with the Dusty Trails of Poetry World Tour.

Dennis Maloney is a poet and translator. He is also the editor and publisher of the widely respected White Pine Press in Buffalo, NY. His works of translation include: The Stones of Chile by Pablo Neruda, The Landscape of Castile by Antonio Machado, and the recent The Poet and the Sea by Juan Ramon Jimenez, with Mary Berg. His most recent volume of poetry is Just Enough. His book of Yosano Akiko translations, Tangled Hair, will be published in 2012 by Palisades Press.

About the Authors

Kelli Russell Agodon is the author of Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room (White Pine Press, 2010), Winner of the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Prize in Poetry and a Finalist for the Washington State Book Award. She is also the author of Small Knots and the chapbook, Geography. Recently she co-edited the first eBook anthology of contemporary women’s poetry, Fire On Her Tongue. Kelli is the editor of Seattle’s literary journal, Crab Creek Review and the co-founder of Two Sylvias Press. She lives in the Northwest where she is a mountain biker, paddleboarder, and kayaker. She loves dessert, but despises cheesecake. She is recently completed her third book of poems, Hourglass Museum.

Shin Yu Pai is the author of Adamantine (White Pine, 2010), Sightings (1913 Press, 2007), and Equivalence (La Alameda Press, 2003), in addition to several artist books including Hybrid Land (Filter Press) and Works on Paper (Convivio Bookworks). She received her MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. For more information, visit shinyupai.com.

Susan Rich has traveled to Bosnia Herzegovina, South Africa, and the West Bank as a human rights activist and electoral supervisor. She has worked as a Peace Corps Volunteer, a Program Coordinator for Amnesty International, and now teaches English and Film at Highline Community College outside of Seattle. Susan is the author of three collections of poetry, The Alchemist’s Kitchen (2010) named a finalist for the Foreword Prize and the Washington State Book Award, Cures Include Travel (2006), and The Cartographer’s Tongue / Poems of the World (2000) winner of the PEN USA Award for Poetry all published by White Pine Press. She has received awards and fellowships from Artist Trust, CityArtists, 4Culture, The Times Literary Supplement of London, Peace Corps Writers, and the Fulbright Foundation. Rich’s recent poems appear in the Harvard Review, New England Review, and the Southern Review. Find her online at thealchemistskitchen.blogspot.com

Andrew Schelling has published about twenty books: poetry, essays, translations, and anthologies. His recent titles include A Possible Bag (poetry, Singing Horse Press) and The Oxford Anthology of Bhakti Literature. His poetry is recognized for its engagement with ecology, wilderness, & Asian literature, while his translations from the poetry of old India are widely anthologized. His first collection of translations Dropping the Bow: Poems from Ancient India (White Pine, second edition 2010) received the Academy of American Poets translation prize in 1992. He teaches at Naropa University in the Southern Rocky Mountain eco-zone, as well as at Deer Park Institute in India’s bird-rich Himalayan foothills.

Carolyne Wright has published nine books of poetry, four volumes of poetry in translation from Spanish and Bengali, and a collection of essays. These titles include A Change of Maps (Lost Horse Press); Seasons of Mangoes and Brainfire (Carnegie Mellon UP/EWU Books), which won the Blue Lynx Prize and the American Book Award; and Majestic Nights: Love Poems of Bengali Women (White Pine Press, 2008). A poem of hers appeared in The Best American Poetry 2009 and the Pushcart Prize XXXIV (2010). Wright is a Contributing Editor for the Pushcart Prizes; and a Senior Editor for Lost Horse Press, for which she is co-editing an anthology of poems on women and work, Raising Lilly Ledbetter: Women Poets Occupy the Workspace. In 2005 she returned to her native Seattle, where she is on the faculty of the Whidbey Writers Workshop MFA Program.

~ Kells

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Musa @Okwonga "When you're terrified in making a creative choice, that's when closest to getting it absolutely right..."

Somehow this was emailed to me and just wanted I needed today. Law Degree, but left his firm to be a poet. Also, loved the way they had his words incorporated with the video.

~ Kells

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Confession Tuesday: Life is Temporary Edition

Dear Reader,

I am a day late and large black drip coffee full. I am writing to you from a coffeeshop as my small town's major internet source is down... until 6 am tomorrow.  No internet.  A lesson is simplicity.  Of course, I had a few things I needed to do, dear World.

These last 2 days have been a lesson on change.  It happens.  As much as I hold onto my typewriter, my beachy pink lipstick, my nostalgia for yesterday and the day before yesterday and even further back.

Let's just get down to it, it's been a hard week.  To the confessional--

I confess I learned yesterday that someone I went to high school with passed away in her sleep at 42.  She had 4 children.

When things like this happen, I want to disappear and eat dessert.

I want roll into the covers, to balance on the beam of a bridge, to live in a foreign country, to sleep and nap and eat large amounts of chocolate.

I heard that when Jackie Onassis was dying she said, "Why did I do all those sit-ups?"

Yes, life.  We think you are this long walk on a beach and everyone cares about our cellulite.

We think our haircut matters, our old cabinets matter, our unmatched plates, or the blackberry bushes that sprout up in our yard.

We think we can "do it later" or "when we retire" or we are rolling the dice hoping for "Big Money" but we may get a Whammy!  We may get a smaller number than we had hoped.

When someone my age dies (and in this case, 2 years younger, she was my friend, but for a long time in high school I knew her as a friend's little sister), it makes me consider my life (um, I'm always considering my life).

I watched my father get sick six weeks after retiring from his job.  He died four years later.

I watched my sister get cancer and pass away in her 50's.

Six month ago, another friend died of a heart attack at 43.  43.

So I stop for a moment while the feelings are there--the feeling of "all this is temporary" and I try to reconcile how to plan for the future, but live for today.  How to believe in a long life, but not put off too much, not set aside dreams or passions with the belief "I'll do it later."


I confess I am still doing kind acts for Lent, though these last 2 days I have just been going through the motions.

But all of it, what does it mean?

We are temporary.  And that's kind of scary.  But also freeing.

And I'm trying to live without complaining about the small things, to see the larger picture--we are only snapshots in this album, a moment captured, then set down.


~ Kells

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Because Suicidal Poets Always Make the Best Valentines #sylviaplath #qotd

I know I'll never be making cards for Hallmark, the Sylvia Plath line for those who really need some good words, but for you, I give you this for Valentine's Day and I wish you the same:

May you live, love, and say it well in good sentences... always.

~ Kells  

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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Confession Ash Wednesday: Wellness for Writers Edition

Dear Reader,

I have been behind, behind and celebrating Mardi Gras with chocolate and poetry.

So it is not Confession Tuesday, but Confession Wednesday, Confession Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent.

For those who aren't familiar with Lent, Lent is a timing of giving something up, the opposite of Rick Astley:

Over the years, instead of giving something up--like chocolate or sweets or Facebook or ________ (fill in what you love or abuse here)--there's been more of emphasis of being a better person and changing something in yourself.

There's a great article for Catholics and even non-Catholics called Beyond Giving Up Chocolate: Going Deeper in Lent.  

Reading it, I thought here are some questions we can answer ourselves as artists and writers (and note, atheists as well as other religions can participate in Lent and read this.  Just substitute the word "God" with "universe," "spirit," "my inner voice," "creativity," etc.)

But this year we might reflect and ask the deeper question: What is God inviting me to change this Lent? How do I know what God might be stirring in me? I begin by listening to the movements in my heart. Where am I feeling uncomfortable with the choices I am making? With the things I have done? With the habitual ways I respond? 

So today's confession will deal with things I do to help create wellness in my own writer's life as well as what I'm doing for Lent.

To the confessional--

I confess I am NOT giving up chocolate for Lent this year.

I've done this every year (sometimes ALL sweets--those times I eat a lot of strawberry jam) with the exception of the year I turned 40 and this year.

This year, I decided to change something about myself, to do something to make the world a better place (me not eating chocolate *does not* make the world a better place).

So here's what I've come up with--

1)  Do a kind (unexpected, random) act for someone every day (a friend or a stranger).

I hope I live my life like this anyway, but in these next 40-something days, I will do these kind acts more mindfully.  Take time from my day to consider others, how I can help them, and what they need.

Some acts may be big, some small.  Some they may know about, some may be something that helps them behind the scenes.  Some will be anonymous, others not.

2)  Find the good in everyone.  Basically this comes down to criticize/judge less, praise/compliment more.  Keep an open mind.

In our world, it's SO easy to look at something or someone and point out the negative-- she's too skinny, he has too many piercings, I don't like the color of car, these city streets are too narrow, etc.

So I am working on seeing the good in all and in everything.

I confess this can be a challenge for me when my mind wants to label someone or something as "annoying."  Once someone/something becomes "annoying" in my head, it's hard to reset that switch.  So this is my challenge.  There aren't many people who annoy me, but when they do, it's hard for me to see anything else but the characteristic that earned that adjective.


I confess as writers I think it's important you don't make a lot of rules for yourself in living, but rules in your writer's life are good.

For example, don't make everything black or white.  Don't say, "I hate television and tattoos" because one day you may have one of each.  Don't say, "I'd never write a memoir/poems in first person/keep a blog/post on Facebook/share photos/etc, they are too personal" - you're shutting door on your self.

However rules for your writing can be beneficial.

For example:
1)  Every day I'll write 2 pages or 500 hundred words.
2)  Every day I'll write a poem.
3)  Every weekend I'll revise a poem and submit work.
4)  I write from 5 am - 7 am every morning.
5)  I take a six hour block every weekend and work on my novel.
6)  I make sure to paint at least once a month (or once a week).


I confess after a year or two absence, I've returned to yoga.

As writers (as much as I hate to say this) we need physical activity.  

  • Yoga is great for the mind and body.
  • Going for a 20 minute walk each day clears the mind and reduces anxiety.
  • Mountain biking helps you focus on the NOW, stay out of your head, and just be.
  • Gardening connects you with something larger than yourself and allows your creativity to come out in other ways.
  • Stand-Up Paddleboarding (SUP) gives you a view of the earth from a place of water and allows you to interact with nature in a way you don't normally do.  Plus, Vitamin D from the summer sun.
  • Running-- well, I'm not sure what's that good for, but the people who do it--LOVE it.  

I know I am happier in my house, sitting, writing, reading. I am a sedentary person usually from October-May.  And I love this lifestyle.  But just going to yoga again reminds me that I have a body (and not just a brain) and to take care of it and stretch it out once in awhile.


I confess as writers we need honor what gives our writer's self joy and fulfillment...even if it doesn't make sense to others.

I have a love affair with books.  I love old typewriters.  I can spend hours in Goodwill.  Sometimes I just sit on the beach for hours doing nothing.  I like to be a passenger, but not drive. I get cranky when I don't get enough alone time.

I love museums and if they sold apartments in museums, I would buy one.  I love art that people do just because--like paint peace signs on rocks and leave them around town.

Sometimes at night, I'll have a glass of red wine and write letters to people.
Sometimes I'll have seasalt chocolate and read a biography in bed.
Sometimes I won't leave the house all day and instead, listen to swing music and pretend I live in the 1940s.
Sometimes when my house is asleep, I'll go out in my writing shed (aka The House of Sea) and just sit and listen to the noises outside.


I confess many years ago I started a checking account that is ONLY for my writing.

Any money I earn from writing, I put in here.  And any time I want to splurge on something for my writing, the money is (mostly) there.

This way I never have to feel I'm "taking" from the family account.  This is my artistic money.  If I want to buy something bizarre-- like a $50 portrait of Frida Kahlo from Habitat for Humanity, or pay for a writing class with a favorite poet, the money is there...

I recommend this for all writers.

And take care of yourself dear writers.  For the next 40-some days, see what you can do to make the world and your writing life, a better place.


~ Kells

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Monday, February 11, 2013

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” Sylvia Plath

50 years ago, Poet Sylvia Plath committed suicide in her London flat.  She was 30 years old.

Below are some images in honor of her and her life...and of course, one poem.

I wish I knew the artist of this...
Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)” 
― Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath, Age 3

Sylvia with kids

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Thursday, February 07, 2013

Beautiful film inspired by a 6 Year Old... When something closes, just say, "OK, I'm fine."

What can I say, I loved this.

When something is closing you should just say, "OK, I'm fine."

~ Kells

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A Poet on the Coast: by Patty Kinney

Susan Rich had Patty Kinney, one of the incredible women I met at our last Poets on the Coast Retreat, as a guest blogger.  Patty wrote about her first experience at our retreat, and I thought I'd share it here as well as it's  a lovely snapshot of the weekend and her memories....

Being a Poet on the Coast: By Patty Kinney--

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. . .

Thank you, Patty!

~ Kells

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Wednesday, February 06, 2013

Poetry Readings, Classes, & Writing Retreats... Oh my!

I have a few things coming up I wanted to share with you--

1)  On Friday, February 8th, 2013 at 7 pm, I'll be reading at King's Books in Tacoma.

Here are all the details, and bring a poem as there's an Open Mic following!

Location:  King's Books

218 St Helens Ave
Tacoma, Washington

2)  White Pine Press Anniversary Reading 
       on February 26, 2013 at 7 pm at Richard Hugo House 
        in Seattle

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.

3)  I'll be teaching some great writing classes here:  
Whidbey Island Writing Retreat Lockdown, April 19-21, 2013

Here are the details on that:

NILA's Lockdown Retreat is an amazing experience where writers and instructors spend several days together to discuss, teach, learn, and immerse themselves in the craft and structure of the written word. There is no escape, but who would want one? Every moment staff and attendees have the opportunity to delve into the writing process in a way that pushes us all to do our best work." - Terry Persun, mentor/instructor at last year's Retreat.

Come to historic Captain Whidbey Inn on Penn Cove for a weekend of inspiration and umimpeded writing. Treat yourself to a peaceful incarceration where focusing on improving your writing craft is the only thing allowed.

ANOTHER WEEKEND FOCUSED ON CRAFT. At the Lockdown Retreat, you will receive six hours of workshop instruction, with additional discussions with fellow writers, editors, and teachers. You will also receive a manuscript critique by an instructor along with a one-on-one consultation. There will be free time to write in fantastic locations. All meals are local, fresh fare.

Two night's accommodations. Fees are based upon the type of room you choose, ranging from a quaint room in the historic inn to a fully appointed cabin overlooking Penn Cove..


Andrea Hurst is the president of Andrea Hurst Literary Agency. She works with both major and regional publishing houses, and her client list includes new voices and NY Times best-selling authors. Andrea represents high profile adult nonfiction, and well-crafted fiction in all genres. She is as a published author, and a faculty member for the MFA program in Creative Writing through the Northwest Institute of Literary Arts. For more information visit: www.andreahurst.com

Kelli Russell Agodon is a poet, writer, editor, and essayist from the Northwest. She is the author the award-winning collection of poems, Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room, Winner of the White Pine Poetry Prize chosen by Carl Dennis, Winner of ForeWord Magazine's Book of the Year Prize in Poetry and a Finalist for the Washington State Book Award. Kelli is also the author of Small Knots (2004), Geography (2003). She is the editor of Seattle's Crab Creek Review and the Co-Founder of Two Sylvias Press. For more information visit: www.agodon.com

Bill Dietrich is a NY Times bestselling author and Pulitzer-winning journalist has written fifteen books, including historical thrillers that sold into thirty-one languages and prize-winning Northwest environmental texts. For more information visit: www.williamdietrich.com

4)  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 now.

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

~ Kells

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Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Confession Tuesday: The No Complaints, Be Thankful Rant Edition

Dear Reader,

It is still Tuesday and I have not forgotten to confess, it has just slid into later than earlier.
Since I have waited for afternoon, let's just get going.

To the confessional--

I confess I have been cranky with people complaining lately.

I always think about how what annoys me tells me something about myself.  Mostly, in this case, how lucky I (we) have it.  Right now, at this very moment, I feel thankful and maybe that's why complaints are bugging me because I'm looking at people who have a lot to feel grateful for --they have more than most.

If you are reading this, I am going to guess you are in the top 10% of the richest in the world-- or that yes, you are richer than 95% people in the world.  If you're reading this from the US, you are most likely in the top 15% of the world.  Yes, you.  And me.

See where you fall yourself-- Go to the Global Rich List

I know it's winter, and maybe people need their Vitamin D, but I've just noticed a lot of people lately not being thankful for what the have.

Yes, it's easy to fall in this trap-- "My stupid sump pump is broken and needs replacing" (um, true story) can be replaced with "how thankful I am to *own* a home!"


"My heating bill is SO high!" can be replaced with "I am warm and indoors with a roof over my head."


"I hate my iPhone, it's so slow and my apps keep shutting off!" can be replaced with "I have an iPhone!" or "I can watch videos of kittens whenever I like!" or "I am carrying more information in my pocket than in largest library in the world and it only costs me $30 a month for the data!"

Stuff happens.  Rejections happen.  Life happens.

I confess I have bad days too.  I throw a giant pity parties for myself and lay in bed and watch movies while I eat large amounts of Sno-Caps and Raisinettes. (Do you know how many people would LOVE to do this-- this is an awesome life), but don't post your gripes online...it makes you look a little petty and desperate for attention.  And guess what, as bad as you have it, someone has it worse.  Someone has just lost a loved one, or a friend, or a pet.  So don't gripe about the little stuff.

I remember when I did a reading to raise money for the Tsunami Relief Fund.  My entire blog post was about how cold I was for eight hours.  Oh, the high school gym was so cold and I was hungry because I forgot my sandwich.  Um, can you see how foolish this made me look?

That tsunami killed over 230,000 people and people were homeless and without food for months and months and probably longer.

I was in a safe high school gymnasium reading poetry and complaining about how cold I was and I didn't have a sandwich.  The irony of this moment has never been lost on me...  I could only see myself, I could only see how I was a little uncomfortable, I was missing the big picture.  I was missing any sort of gratitude for my life.

Yes, life can feel as if it sucks. Or the day sucks.  Or _______(fill in the blank) sucks... FEEL is the key word.  But it doesn't suck.  Our attitudes suck.

We're alive and that counts.  We can change how you feel, what we think, what we do.  It can be hard to think good thoughts, focus our minds, but our minds are ours to keep and to think with, we choose what images and thoughts we have.

But I guess it's a choice, focus on the good or the bad.  In the end, it's still the same day, but you chose to find what you liked about it or what you disliked.  We each decide how we're going to see it.  We each get to make the call.

But if you're going to bellyache about something you have that I know a ton of other people would want, then shhhhhhh.....  you have no idea how lucky you are.  None of us do.


~ Kells

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Monday, February 04, 2013

Reading in Tacoma, WA at King's Books, 7 pm on Feb 8, Friday!

Join me at King's Book this Friday!  I'll be reading at 7 pm followed by an open mic.

Here's the details and a link to the bookstore:

Distinguished Writer Series: King's Books

This monthly event features a Distinguished Writer followed by an Open Mic. This month features poet Kelli Russell Agodon, the author of Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room, winner of the White Pine Poetry Prize, winner of ForeWord Magazine's Book of the Year Prize in Poetry, and a Finalist for the WA State Book Award. She is also the author of Small Knots (2004) and Geography (2003), is the editor of Seattle's Crab Creek Review, and is the co-founder of Two Sylvias Press. Following her is an Open Mic, open to all poets, sign-up is at 6:45 pm. Admission is free. The event occurs monthly the second Friday of every month at King's Books. Sponsored by the Puget Sound Poetry Connection and the Tacoma Arts Commission.

King's Books
218 St Helens Ave
United States

More info on the reading and King's Books here.

~ Kells

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