Sunday, September 27, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Maria Nazos

 
Maria Nazos is the author of The Slow Horizon that Breathes (World Poetry Books, 2023), longlisted for the Angelo-Hellenic League Runciman Award, a collection of poems translated from the Greek poet Dimitra Kotoula, and a collection of poems, PULSE (Omnidawn, 2026), listed as one of Ms. Magazine’s Reads for the Rest of Us: The Best Poetry of 2025 and 2026. Her poetry, essays, and translations are forthcoming or have appeared in Poets & Writers, The New Yorker, Literary Hub, and The Adroit. Maria has held a wide range of jobs, including whale-watching boat attendant, table dancer, and, arguably, the worst waitress on Cape Cod. If she spilled Pinot Noir on you, she apologizes. You can find her at www.marianazos.com.

How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare?

The way my first book changed my life was that it made me realize it's okay to wait for work to become true.

I feel like I really, really rushed the river with my initial collection. In fact, I don’t really talk about it much for that reason. It’s a sore subject, but like most wounds, it’s worth returning to the scar tissue. Nonetheless, it taught me something I don't think I could have learned any other way.

The biggest difference between that book and PULSE is that PULSE took sixteen years to write. I was so determined and so aggressive about cranking out my first book. What PULSE ultimately taught me is that sometimes you have to wait a maddening amount of time for something to come out right. It isn't on your timeline. In fact, I think the more I tried to force it, the less worth it it became. The more I let the work tell me what it needed, the better it got. I think there's so much wisdom in the waiting, even in the worst moments of it. Looking back, that's probably the biggest lesson both books taught me.

How did you come to poetry?

I wanted to write fiction. I loved reading fiction, especially as an undergrad, and I just assumed that's what I would write. What became immediately apparent to me was that, frankly, I just wasn't that good. And I think people always want to jump in and go, "No, no, that's not true." But it’s true. Could I have become a good fiction writer with enough time? Sure. I believe most of us can become good at almost anything if we devote enough time.

But one of the greatest gifts in life is realizing what you're naturally inclined toward versus what you're constantly forcing. Meanwhile, my poetry just kept getting more and more attention. So, at some point I just naturally began to follow that.

I'm not advocating for the path of least resistance. I think the lesson is paying attention to where something feels alive. For me, poetry was where that happened. And it’s strangely liberating to accept in life where you suck. We’re taught to think we can do anything. That’s not true, and giving ourselves permission to accept our shortcomings opens us up to being honest with ourselves, our work, and our due north.

As I like to joke, but not really, my short stories just kept getting shorter and shorter until they became poems, which makes no sense, given the amount that I talk.

How long does it take to start a writing project?

Getting started is no problem. I think I'm pretty prolific. I can write very, very quickly. It's putting collections together that's the slower process. Although now that PULSE is out in the world, I feel like that's become a lot easier. I really feel like I had to birth out this stubborn brainchild, and now I have a much better sense of what I'm doing.

As for first drafts, Marie Howe taught me something that's really stuck. We're so used to editing in Microsoft Word that we sometimes lose things during revision. And because my writing is so prosy, my instinct is always to cut.

What I started doing is numbering every draft instead of writing over the old one. That way I can always go back. I can compare, print them out, and see what I lost and what I gained.

So no, my first drafts don't look anything like the finished poems. They end up looking very, very different because the final version is really a combination of all those different iterations. I definitely tend to whittle a lot, but sometimes what gets cut from one draft often ends up being the weird, crazy heart of the poem I feared and tried to edit out, which finds its way back into another.

Where does a poem begin?

Usually I'll read something incredible, and one line will strike me. Then it's seriously like I have food poisoning, but instead of running to the bathroom, I run to my study. I literally have to get up, dash to my desk, and just write, write, write, write.

It's a strange feeling. It's almost like channeling or taking dictation. I don't feel like I'm inventing something so much as trying to keep up with it before it disappears.

Do you enjoy public readings?

Yes and no.

Readings, especially in-person ones, take a lot of psychological energy. The week leading up to one, I get temperamental, stressed, and snappy because I know it's already taking a lot out of me, and I know it's going to take even more. I am jealous of people who can do two or more readings a week. I consider myself a high-energy person, but even a single reading can flatline me for weeks.

So, do I enjoy doing readings? I'm good at them. I don't know that I enjoy them. What I've found is that once I get up there, I'm A-OK. And then afterward there's this wonderful, exhilarating crash where I finally let go of all the tension. That's the part I really enjoy.

But the days leading up to it? To this day, I still get nervous. It doesn't matter how many readings I've done or how many years I've been doing this. I think I'll probably always feel that way.

What theoretical questions are you trying to answer?

I don't think I have theoretical concerns so much as concrete ones. The questions I'm always trying to answer are things like: What makes us human? And how do we continue with this life when it can, frankly, be really fucking terrible, but also beautiful?

I think my work is almost always about answering the question of resilience.

I'm not going to lie. I've been through a lot of shit. And one of the nicest things people have ever said to me is that someone with my life might be coiled up in a corner. Instead, I still somehow gravitate toward idealism. Whether that's a strength or a defense mechanism, I honestly don't know.

But that's what fascinates me. How do we go through massively horrible things and still find a way to continue? How do we still see the good? How do we survive when the universe can feel so random and aimless and pitiless?

Because at the same time, I also see miracles happen all the time. I see acts of incredible kindness. I see people surprise each other. I see beauty.

I think the question underneath almost everything I write is: What is that thing that keeps us going? What is that thing that creates just a little bit of magic in our lives, even when everything tells us it shouldn't be there?

What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

Honestly, I think it's to be as much ourselves as possible.

The work that resonates most deeply with me, and the writers who resonate most deeply with me, are the people who are unapologetically themselves...as long as they're not assholes.

I think the role of a writer is to be so flipping authentic that the work feels like another organ. And I think that kind of authenticity doesn't just deepen our understanding of ourselves. It helps us see one another's unflinching humanity.

The other thing that's important to me is service. Mentoring. Building relationships. Showing up for other people. That's huge, huge, huge, huge, huge for me.

I don't know where I'd be without my students. I don't know where I'd be without the writers who mentored me. So, I don't think our job ends when we finish the poem. I think part of being a writer is helping create the kind of literary community that made our own work possible in the first place.

Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

Oh my gosh, I think it's essential.

Rusty Morrison at Omnidawn works one-on-one with her authors, and whatever she does works. The press’s books keep getting placed, shortlisted, longlisted, and winning awards, and it's for a reason. She knows exactly what she's doing.

But what I really appreciate is that she never says, "This is the way it has to be." She'll make a suggestion, and then if you're like, "Wait, what about this?" she'll talk it through with you. I accepted most of her suggestions, of course, but it's always a conversation. You find a middle ground. I find that super, super fun. It's not just me resolving comments. It's genuinely collaborative.

Another person I trust a great deal is Lindsay Lusby. If you're ever struggling with the arc of a poetry collection or how to put it together, she's fantastic at teasing out the underlying themes and helping you see what the book is trying to do.

And honestly, some of the best editing I've ever gotten has come from friends. Becky Fink, from one of my workshops, was the person who helped me discover the underlying structure of PULSE. I remember she told me, "I'm going to be your Columbo. I'm going to figure out what's going on here and why this isn't working." I'd been sending the manuscript out and getting frustrated, and she helped me completely rethink the structure.

So yes, whether it's an editor at a press, a freelance editor, or another writer you trust, I think it's incredibly important. I also love editing other people's work. I think it's one of the great joys of being part of a writing community.

What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

You know, I think the best advice I've ever heard came from Werner Herzog. There was this young filmmaker who was complaining that his work wasn't getting enough attention, and he was tired of rejection and all of that.

And Herzog's response, and I'm paraphrasing, was basically: Get back to fucking work. Steal a camera if you have to.

I love that. Because this really is a path for the courageous and the faithful. You must find a reason to do this beyond recognition, beyond celebration of yourself.

Because if you start going down that road...there’s a reason why, say, engineers aren’t known as bipolar alcoholics, but writers, on the other hand…we can go down that rabbit hole and destroy ourselves if we aren’t careful.

I won't name names, but I've watched writers who have won National Book Awards, been Pulitzer finalists, and received every accolade you could imagine, and somehow, they've completely lost themselves.

Not because they stopped being good writers. Because suddenly they're worried that they don't have enough social media followers, that they’re being overshadowed by the next young, sweet, talented thing, or their publisher isn't marketing them well enough, or somebody didn't promote them enough, or somebody else got the opportunity they wanted.

Don’t get me wrong; I am guilty of it too. I just got a rejection from the Dodge Poetry Festival and cried. I regularly feel jealousy, invisibility, and competition. And I have to allow myself to feel it, then somehow bounce back. 

And lord, believe me when I say, it’s a merciless and mysterious industry. And if I dwell in that resentful headspace for too long, I’m at risk of becoming those poets whom I used to respect, but who have allowed fame and its theatre of heightened expectations to let them down so low, they’ve never returned from their self-created narcissism. I think that's the exact moment we forget why we're doing this in the first place. For me, the work must come first. Everything else is just weather, but man, those storms come.

How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to essays to translation)? What do you see as the appeal?

It's not easy. Poetry and essays I can move back and forth between a little more easily because they're both my voice. As long as I have dedicated time for each one, I'm fine. One weekend poetry, one weekend essays? Great. But I couldn't do both in the same sitting.

Translation? Forget it. Translation is completely all-consuming. If I'm translating, everything else has to go. The appeal is different for each genre, too. Translation, for me, is an act of literary service. It's incredibly creative, but it's also humbling because you're not trying to amplify your own voice. You're the person in between, trying to help another writer's work find new readers.

Essays I've only recently come back to, and I'm having so much fun with them. I had an awful nonfiction teacher in undergrad who completely undermined my confidence, so I drifted away from that genre for a long time. It's been exciting to come back to it and rediscover my own voice.

And poetry? At this point...I don't even know if I'd call it an appeal anymore.

It would just be weird not to do it.

What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

Well, I work full-time in tech, so my writing routine probably doesn't look like what people imagine.

Most mornings I'm clocking in at 7:00 a.m., and that's my day. Thus, my writing really happens on the weekends.

I try to wall off at least two or three hours on Saturday and Sunday where I split my time between the administrative side of being a writer and the writing itself and revising, putting collections together, working on essays, working on new poems. Honestly, most of my time is probably spent revising.

One thing I've really had to let go of is comparing myself to other writers. I'd love to be Ted Kooser and wake up at three in the morning and write before work every day. Don’t get me wrong, I love the man, but that's just not going to happen. I guess my routine isn't about trying to live up to somebody else, no matter how much I admire them. It's about carefully protecting a few hours every weekend and trusting that that's enough. For me, that's what consistency looks like.

When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

When I get stalled, I'll bet my money on Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux every single time.

When I'm running on empty, they're the writers I always come back to because they somehow revive me.

They were also the first poets who really got me excited about writing poetry in the first place. So I think every time I go back to them, I'm not just reconnecting with their work. I'm reconnecting with that first feeling of falling in love with poetry.

What fragrance reminds you of home?

My husband.

David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Oh, absolutely. Probably the biggest influence on me outside of books has always been film. I wish I'd been able to do a film minor in graduate school. I even taught a Women in Popular Culture course that focused heavily on film. I've loved movies ever since I was a kid, especially horror, although I really love all kinds of film.

The news definitely influences my work, too. I don't know that I'm always in conversation with one particular current event, but I do think my work is consistently in dialogue with the world. Whether it's politics, violence, or questions about how we live together, I find those things inevitably making their way into the poems.

In other words, I wouldn't say I'm responding to headlines as much as I'm responding to the larger human conversations we're all living through.

What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

You know, there are a lot of writers who are important to my work, but they're also important to my life outside of my work because they're not just extraordinary writers. They're my friends. They're my former students. They're my current students.

I'm just really honored to have a seat at the table with them. I'll name a few because they're constantly publishing incredible books and creating awesome artwork: Rick Christensen, Debbie Nordyke, Kandala Singh, Bradley Nordell, Abbie Jameson, Suzanne Ócsai... and there are so many others.

Honestly, if you look at the people commenting on my work, and the people whose work I'm commenting on, you're looking at a community that's been built over years of teaching, writing, and showing up for one another.

So yes, they influence my work. But more importantly, they've shaped my life. And if I've left anyone out, please forgive me. You all matter to me.

What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

I would love, love, love to write a memoir.

Cassie Mannes Murray at Pine State Publicity got me back into writing essays. She pointed out something I hadn't really thought about before, which is that essays are a wonderful way for poets to break out of their genre and become known by a wider audience.

More importantly, she gave me so much confidence in my nonfiction. That really mattered because I'd lost some of that confidence years ago, thanks to that bitchy professor from undergrad.

Cassie and I have talked a lot about the possibility of a memoir, and I would absolutely love to write one someday.

And if you're a poet who's wondering whether to hire a publicist, I will say this: for me, it has been one of the best investments I've made in my career. Cassie has been an incredible advocate, and she's also a terrific editor.

If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

Honestly, I'm already doing it.

By day, I lead teams through massive web modernization projects. Officially, I'm a web content designer, but it's so much more than that. I get to lead terrific people and government organizations through these huge initiatives where we're constantly asking: What does the user need? What problem are they trying to solve? Where are they getting stuck? How are they moving through the experience?

And then we design around that. The funny thing is, I think it's incredibly poetic. It's a lot like formal poetry. You're figuring out patterns, and then you're deciding when to break them. You're getting into people's heads. You're thinking about what they know, what they don't know yet, what they're expecting, and how they're feeling.

So, if I could choose another occupation...I'd choose the one I already have.

What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

At first, honestly, I think it was just being a teenager who needed an outlet.

Looking back, it's so interesting that I was the black sheep, the scapegoat, in my family. It was deeply dysfunctional and scary. And I don't think I understood it at the time, but now I realize writing, along with my mouth and my sass and my tendency to challenge fucked-up so-called norms that were seriously dangerous, was a very healthy way of responding to a fucked-up world.

But it's funny, because I'm also doing something else. I don't really see writing and the rest of my life as separate. There are so many things in the world that can be approached poetically.

For me, poetry isn't just something I do. It's a way of paying attention.

What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

The last great book I read was Rachel Eliza Griffiths' memoir, The Flower Bearers.

I had the pleasure of knowing both Rachel and Aisha Moon in graduate school and later, when I lived in Provincetown, and they'd visit. So there's that personal connection. But even if I didn't know Rachel...that memoir brought me to my knees. I cried at the end.

As for film, I love, love, love movies.

I'd probably say Calibre. It's not exactly a cheerful recommendation, but it's as close to a perfect film as I've seen in a long time. It's seamlessly edited, incredibly suspenseful, and yes, deeply disturbing.

I have severe ADHD, so I'm usually doing at least two things at once when I'm watching a movie. I'm not kidding when I say I sat through the entire thing on the edge of my couch and never looked away.

That really says something.

What are you currently working on?

I'm so happy you asked.

Literally just yesterday, I sat down thinking I was tinkering with what might eventually become a manuscript. I thought, "Okay, maybe this is kind of almost book-length." Then I started going back through my newer poems, and I thought, "Wait..."

I suddenly realized they all shared this underlying structure that I hadn't even consciously intended. Monarch butterflies. Migration. Coming and going. Leaving. Fire. Even the color orange kept showing up. It was the weirdest thing. Then, I started pulling in more poems, and then more poems, and I just kept thinking, "How did I not see this before?"

As of yesterday, I have sixty polished pages of what I think is my next poetry manuscript. It's called Chaos Theory, and I'm just unbelievably excited about it.

I love those moments when you realize your subconscious has been writing a book long before your conscious mind catches up.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;


Saturday, September 26, 2026

Spotlight series #125 : Elena Zhang

The one hundred and twenty-fifth in my monthly "spotlight" series, each featuring a different poet with a short statement and a new poem or two, is now online, featuring Chicago-based Chinese American writer and mother Elena Zhang.

The first eleven in the series were attached to the Drunken Boat blog, and the series has so far featured poets including Seattle, Washington poet Sarah Mangold, Colborne, Ontario poet Gil McElroy, Vancouver poet Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Ottawa poet Jason Christie, Montreal poet and performer Kaie Kellough, Ottawa poet Amanda Earl, American poet Elizabeth Robinson, American poet Jennifer Kronovet, Ottawa poet Michael Dennis, Vancouver poet Sonnet L’Abbé, Montreal writer Sarah Burgoyne, Fredericton poet Joe Blades, American poet Genève Chao, Northampton MA poet Brittany Billmeyer-Finn, Oji-Cree, Two-Spirit/Indigiqueer from Peguis First Nation (Treaty 1 territory) poet, critic and editor Joshua Whitehead, American expat/Barcelona poet, editor and publisher Edward Smallfield, Kentucky poet Amelia Martens, Ottawa poet Pearl Pirie, Burlington, Ontario poet Sacha Archer, Washington DC poet Buck Downs, Toronto poet Shannon Bramer, Vancouver poet and editor Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Vancouver poet Geoffrey Nilson, Oakland, California poets and editors Rusty Morrison and Jamie Townsend, Ottawa poet and editor Manahil Bandukwala, Toronto poet and editor Dani Spinosa, Kingston writer and editor Trish Salah, Calgary poet, editor and publisher Kyle Flemmer, Vancouver poet Adrienne Gruber, California poet and editor Susanne Dyckman, Brooklyn poet-filmmaker Stephanie Gray, Vernon, BC poet Kerry Gilbert, South Carolina poet and translator Lindsay Turner, Vancouver poet and editor Adèle Barclay, Thorold, Ontario poet Franco Cortese, Ottawa poet Conyer Clayton, Lawrence, Kansas poet Megan Kaminski, Ottawa poet and fiction writer Frances Boyle, Ithica, NY poet, editor and publisher Marty Cain, New York City poet Amanda Deutch, Iranian-born and Toronto-based writer/translator Khashayar Mohammadi, Mendocino County writer, librarian, and a visual artist Melissa Eleftherion, Ottawa poet and editor Sarah MacDonell, Montreal poet Simina Banu, Canadian-born UK-based artist, writer, and practice-led researcher J. R. Carpenter, Toronto poet MLA Chernoff, Boise, Idaho poet and critic Martin Corless-Smith, Canadian poet and fiction writer Erin Emily Ann Vance, Toronto poet, editor and publisher Kate Siklosi, Fredericton poet Matthew Gwathmey, Canadian poet Peter Jaeger, Birmingham, Alabama poet and editor Alina Stefanescu, Waterloo, Ontario poet Chris Banks, Chicago poet and editor Carrie Olivia Adams, Vancouver poet and editor Danielle Lafrance, Toronto-based poet and literary critic Dale Martin Smith, American poet, scholar and book-maker Genevieve Kaplan, Toronto-based poet, editor and critic ryan fitzpatrick, American poet and editor Carleen Tibbetts, British Columbia poet nathan dueck, Tiohtiá:ke-based sick slick, poet/critic em/ilie kneifel, writer, translator and lecturer Mark Tardi, New Mexico poet Kōan Anne Brink, Winnipeg poet, editor and critic Melanie Dennis Unrau, Vancouver poet, editor and critic Stephen Collis, poet and social justice coach Aja Couchois Duncan, Colorado poet Sara Renee Marshall, Toronto writer Bahar Orang, Ottawa writer Matthew Firth, Victoria poet Saba Pakdel, Winnipeg poet Julian Day, Ottawa poet, writer and performer nina jane drystek, Comox BC poet Jamie Sharpe, Canadian visual artist and poet Laura Kerr, Quebec City-area poet and translator Simon Brown, Ottawa poet Jennifer Baker, Rwandese Canadian Brooklyn-based writer Victoria Mbabazi, Nova Scotia-based poet and facilitator Nanci Lee, Irish-American poet Nathanael O'Reilly, Canadian poet Tom Prime, Regina-based poet and translator Jérôme Melançon, New York-based poet Emmalea Russo, Toronto-based poet, editor and critic Eric Schmaltz, San Francisco poet Maw Shein Win, Toronto-based writer, playwright and editor Daniel Sarah Karasik, Ottawa poet and editor Dessa Bayrock, Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia poet Alice Burdick, poet, writer and editor Jade Wallace, San Francisco-based poet Jennifer Hasegawa, California poet Kyla Houbolt, Toronto poet and editor Emma Rhodes, Canadian-in-Iowa writer Jon Cone, Edmonton/Sicily-based poet, educator, translator, researcher, editor and publisher Adriana Oniță, California-based poet, scholar and teacher Monica Mody, Ottawa poet and editor AJ Dolman, Sudbury poet, critic and fiction writer Kim Fahner, Canadian poet Kemeny Babineau, Indiana poet Nate Logan, Toronto poet and editor Michael Boughn, North Georgia poet and editor Gale Marie Thompson, award-winning poet Ellen Chang-Richardson, Montreal-based poet, professor and scholar of feminist poetics, Jessi MacEachern, Toronto poet and physician Dr. Conor Mc Donnell, San Francisco poet Micah Ballard, Montreal poet Misha Solomon, Ottawa writer and editor Mahaila Smith, American poet and asemic artist Terri Witek, Ottawa-based freelance editor and writer Margo LaPierre, Ottawa poet Helen Robertson, Oakville poet Mandy Sandhu, New Westminster, British Columbia poet Christina Shah, poet, critic, curator and former publisher Geoffrey Young, Calgary poet Anna Veprinska, American expat poet in London Katie Ebbit, Brooklyn poet Nada Gordon, Kingston poet Jason Heroux, Vancouver poet Scott Inniss, Lethbridge-based Brazil-born poet Carlos A. Pittella, Toronto-based Palestinian and Iraqi writer Hajer Mirwali, Calgary artist, poet and musician Kevin Stebner, Canadian-American writer, editor, and educator Suzanne Zelazo and Brooklyn poet Gregory Crosby!
 
The whole series can be found online here.

Friday, September 25, 2026

six poems from a new project : The book of questions,

In case you hadn’t seen, I’ve been working all month on a new poetry project, specifically prompted by the Tupelo Press 30/30 fundraiser, composing and posting a new poem daily all month to help raise money for their ongoing publishing. I mean, who doesn’t love a good prompt? I’d already re-posted a handful of poems from such as part of my substack, but thought it would be worth (given the poems are appearing online daily over here) to re-post a bunch of them over here as well. And there’s still time to donate to the project! Where else might the month go?

 

August, Prince Edward Island,

Gulls, aplenty. Green gables, white. Of small beginnings. Cows, abstractions. Towels. Grab your bathing suit. By the waters of North Rustico, harbour. Sea glass. By the sandstone, smooth on the beach. From away, then. To rearrange the rules. Acadian fisherman, just off the shore. Seawalk Park, such intelligence. Lobster traps, stacked. What if it stood. The same function holds. A vista of rippled hills, these coded, free roads. Paved, and unvarnished. Iron-rich. Full-fathom deep, boats and nets and traps. These wayward hopes. Pelagic, abyssal. A crest is formed. Flags, a thread of fine vintage. What people, always. This line in red sand.

 

Mark Goldstein, Roblin Lake,

Left behind by glaciers. Soluble, water-logged. Game, to recognize game. This handmade quality of syntax. A flourish, of hardscrabble. Hewn logs, by the boundaries. Hammer, hold. This widespread mortality. Lake, a loon’s call. Ethos, each structural division. Of going on, without one’s knowledge. An outhouse, closed. This grey shape, framed by leaves. Little point of land. A can of beer, on sun-drenched deck. To ask this of poetry, sport. The local library. Remembering the world. His world, specifically. Al Purdy’s Ameliasburgh; such calm, warm water. A fossil lake, which corresponds to this sentence.

 

Cover art by Jack Kirby,

Pencils, a window. One can look into. Look out. A layering of buildings. Swings, an arm. Stand, firm and tall. Proclaims! Any technique, to be useful. Kurtzberg, the Lower East Side. Rewrite history, story. How the gods died, reborn. Punching out Nazis. Widescreen energy and motion. King, always. Young Romance, New Gods. I can’t keep them separate. Slippery, Providence. To leap off the page. Soon, soon. Not soon enough. Dynamic. This architect of the imagination. What we talk about Selkirk. Put a post on a website. Unfollow.

 

How to be a poet,

Forget everything, words. Nothing much to expect. Forget speech. Hold on to the hollow. One simple question, repeated. Wrap, your fingers. The magic of water. It falls.

 

For Claudia Lapp,

Oregon, trails. Sometimes the oldest, history. Abstraction. Arm to shoulder, leapt into the world. In the Atwater Station. To be attracted, to revelation. Doctors, and durability. Concurs. A Greek phrasebook, begins. Mediterranean, honey. Pixieish ecstasies, what the stars might reveal. Description, description. L, as in Lapp. The old woman in anyone. Full of Jungian dreams, a white stallion. John Abbott. A web full of wanting. Of home, kin. What afternoon light. Beneath your smile, this blue ceiling. A way through the winter. To use the right words. A long silence, indeed.

 

The Marvel Universe,

Excelsior! For the endless, resurrected. Dime-store models, pulp. Those scrappy kids. Celestials, eternity, infinity. A cluster, stones. Behold! Creating history, continued. Continuity. The streets of Brooklyn. What the in-crowd, spoke. In whispers, secret. Chosen, many. Stringbean, puny, stretch. Big brain. These gods of thunder, hammers, patience. To still, get up. A method, marvels. Let, the perfect storm. To me, my Kirbyesque. When comics, woke. The war-time Captain, punched out Hitler. Great responsibility. My word, these hopes. My stars and garters. Exceptions, vary. The needs of the few. Amazed, we soapbox, are. We are still speaking.

 

Thursday, September 24, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Blair Trewartha

Blair Trewartha’s debut collection, Easy Fix (Palimpsest Press, 2014), was shortlisted for the Relit Award. He is the author of three chapbooks: Break In (Cactus Press, 2010), Porcupine Burning (Baseline Press, 2012), and Human Energy (Anstruther Press, 2022). Blair’s poems have recently appeared in The Dalhousie Review, Prairie Fire, and The Fiddlehead. Born and raised on a farm outside of Clinton, Ontario (Treaty 29 Territory), Blair now lives in London, Ontario (Treaty 6 Territory) with his partner, two children, and their hyper Beagle. Half-Earth is his second full-length collection.

1 -How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

It’s hard to compare them, but I think the biggest difference is the context and the focus of the poems. My new collection, Half-Earth (Palimpsest Press, 2026), feels broader in scope and yet much more personal than Easy Fix, which was published way back in 2014. Easy Fix generally explored the current culture at the time and alienation, the tension between rural and urban life, and the poems had the restless energy of a younger narrator trying to locate himself within a fractured culture, asking where he fits into it all (which makes sense since I wrote a lot of that book in my late 20s). 

Half-Earth looks outward to climate change, artificial intelligence, and the pandemic while filtering those concerns through fatherhood, illness, and family history. It moves more deliberately between personal memory and experience, deep history, and an uncertain future, and it is written from the perspective of a parent wondering what kind of world his children will inherit. It’s much more personal. Half-Earth feels like the question has changed from one of belonging (like in Easy Fix) to one of coping; the poems acknowledge where we are now, how we got here, and where we’re going next, but they’re exploring how we cope with all of this. What does it mean to live, and go about our lives and raise children in a world full of failing systems, whether environmental, socio-political, economic, technological, a planet and species nearing our demise?

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

I actually started writing mostly fiction in my youth, several short stories and a never-finished novel, but once I had initial success with publishing a few poems in literary magazines in my early 20s, I started to focus more exclusively on poetry. Eventually, fiction fell to the wayside. Although if I think back to high school, frantically scribbling in my journal at night when I couldn’t sleep or sneaking back to the creek on my parents farm to smoke cigarettes and attempt poems and song lyrics; that was all poetry, long before I ever attempted to write a short story. Poetry was always the initial impulse to write. 

Every once in a while I make another attempt at fiction, but I rarely get far. It feels sluggish and stalled, like I’m learning a new language and struggling for vocabulary and structure. I’d like to get back to it someday, but there’s something about poetry that feels more intuitive and also more malleable, more workable, and I find it easier to actually finish a poem or collection. The initial creation seems to come from impulse and spur of the moment; but then I can edit and fine tune it later. I think poetry will always be my first impulse, and more workable as a craft to me.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

My writing process varies, depending on the poem, so my answer to most of these questions would be yes and no. Sometimes, a poem flows quickly out of an experience or moment, like it did with the poem “Lightshow” in my new book, Half-Earth. I was putting my son to bed one night after he had choked on a marble earlier that day, and he started asking me questions about what dying looked like. The entire poem is almost verbatim our conversation, and I wrote that down immediately after leaving his room once he was asleep. It went through some editing in my workshop group and with my editor, but 90% or more of that poem hasn’t changed from its first draft that night.

Most poems though have a much longer grinding process, working through drafts in my workshop group and with my editor, even if the initial draft comes out in full. It could take months to write a single poem and have it ready for publication, while once in a while a poem comes full force in a matter of minutes. It’s rare, but beautiful when it happens.  

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

For both my poetry collections, I was never working on a book as a cohesive concept until at least 75% of the material was written. It was more a matter of slowly churning out enough poems to finally justify structuring it into a manuscript and submitting to publishers. I think the themes and topical sections of the book came out organically based on the things I was preoccupied with over several years.   

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings? 

Public readings are always a mandatory after thought and never part of my creative process. I’ve never actually thought about reading a poem in public until the book or chapbook is published, and discussions about launches start. Like many writers I’m sure, I’d rather be reading or writing privately than performing in public, partially because I’m introverted, and partially due to a moderate but consistent level of social anxiety.

With that said, I also can’t deny that magical, extremely rewarding feeling of a book launch, the responses and feedback from the audience, the relief afterwards when it all goes well. It’s a special moment, to feel part of a literary community that welcomes you and wants to hear what you have to share.  

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are? 

I think in Half-Earth in particular, I’m trying to explore what it means to live in our current reality, to progress and raise children and attempt to move forward and what impact that has on us, knowing that as both a species and a planet, we are devolving, we’re in decline even as we continue to innovate, expand, procreate, and live our lives. I’m stuck on this idea of how do we continue individually and collectively living day to day, which is always focused on progression (whether that’s our passions, careers, children, relationships, homes, etc.) knowing full-well that the human population and the planet are on a downward trend.

I guess I want to know what it means to survive on a personal level knowing that it’s likely no longer possible for us to thrive or even potentially survive long term collectively. What does it mean to cope and live our lives with so many facets of our world (environmental, political, social, economic) in decline? It’s a strange feeling in the back of your mind, this backdrop that’s always in crisis, as we commute to work and buy coffee and take our kids to soccer practice. Cognitive dissonance is used a lot, but I think that implies it doesn’t affect us consciously or subconsciously, but I believe it does. It’s the impact I want to explore.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

I’d love to say the writer has a specific, vital role in a culture because I believe we do have that potential, but ultimately, I think the writer’s role is simply to participate in a given culture, to  experience the world and cope with life by producing art. Ideally, the work they produce helps others cope as well. Writers are often expressing joy or sorrow, portraying social or political injustice, or deeply intimate personal experiences. Either way, I think it’s all a form of processing and coping with the world around them, and expressing that aloud for others to experience as well.  

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

I only have experience working with two editors, Karen Schindler from Baseline Press, and Jim Johnstone from Anstruther Press and Palimpsest Press, and both were essential. A good editor can see things you can’t, weaknesses in your poems that you’re too close to. I’ve never actually found it difficult, but I’ve also been lucky to work with incredibly skilled editors. With both my first book and my second, I think I placed an immense amount of trust in Jim Johnstone, knowing that he has the rare ability to balance deserved praise with much needed criticism. He finds that perfect middle ground between generosity and objective ruthlessness (and that is a compliment). He knows when to tell me a poem is complete and impactful, and when to chop off a stanza or two or even pull an entire poem from the manuscript because frankly, it’s not good enough yet. That’s such an incredible gift to receive as a writer trying to improve their craft.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

If you’re given a space in the literary community, create two.

10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin? 

I wish I had a writing routine, but I don’t. Two kids and a full time career, and an autoimmune condition that requires me to put a lot of time and energy into physio and exercise and self-care, makes it very hard to have a regular writing routine. Instead, my writing is sporadic, writing a poem in my head as it comes to me on a walk with the dog or driving or reading a book, and at other times it’s extremely intentional, where I block off time to be alone for a couple of days so I can be more productive. In order to finish Half-Earth, I had to book four days of vacation and go solo to an off grid cabin with nothing but my laptop, no internet, and a pile of books. If I could do that even just a few times a year, I’d be far more prolific than publishing two books 12 years apart. Hopefully the third book comes much sooner.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration? 

I turn to nature and reading, coffee shops and libraries. It’s very much a physical location change that’s needed when I’m most stuck. That, and I read when I can’t write. It softens my mind and gets the words flowing again. If I can be reading at a cabin in the woods, or a hammock at a campsite, even better. Also, listening to music and walking the dog at night. I don’t look for specific sources of inspiration to initiate stalled writing; I look for specific environments and stimulation to get my mind to the right place.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home? 

I grew up on a farm in a drafty farmhouse built in the late 1800s, so three distinct smells remind me of home: dead flies, cow manure, and fresh cut hay. I haven’t lived in that house since my early twenties, and it was sold and destroyed many years ago, but to this day, I can still vividly conjure the exact smell of the upstairs hallway and my old bedroom, and I think it’s a combination of those three smells. Such a weirdly comforting combo of good and bad smells.   

13 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art? 

I tend to agree that books come from books. Reading puts me in the mindset to write, and nature gives me the temperament needed to write a poem and open myself up to the lines that come. Most of the time, that’s the peaceful quiet walking down a nature trail or camping or cottaging by a lake or river, but sometimes it’s also the chaos and energy of a busy downtown street, staring out a coffee shop window and watching a city churn. 

14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

There are too many to name, but there were several books I was reading deeply while writing Half-Earth, including the poetry collections I mention later in question 18, but also the non-fiction title The Future is Analogue: How to Create a More Human World (David Sax) and several articles about climate change, technology, deep history, mentioned in the acknowledgements section of my book. A few of my favourite fiction writers are Ocean Vuong, Zoe Whittall, and David Huebert. As for poets, some favourites over the years have been LizHoward, John Wall Barger, Matthew Dickman, Ben Ladouceur, Triny Finlay, and most recently Sabrina Spenser Smith, Zane Koss, Brandi Bird, and Jenny Berkel.

Outside of my own writing, I edit chapbooks for Anstruther Press and on my own independently offer manuscript edits and consultations, and this brings me so much genuine joy. I get to see early drafts from incredibly skilled writers, some of them on the cusp of their publishing careers and others more seasoned, and I get to work with their poems and help mold and tweak and fine tune them into their final published artifact. It’s so satisfying, and I’m continually amazed at what others are doing, how truly spectacular so many emerging writers are.  

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

Skydive, solo back country camping, become fully fluent in a second language, learn to hunt (sustainably & respectfully), publish a novel or short story collection.  

16 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

I’m a learning specialist and instructional designer, and formerly a teacher, so education had always been my career plan. Writing was always my passion, but never something I pursued as a career. I suppose if I could pick any job, I’d love to teach creative writing at a University, something I never did in my 12-13 year teaching career. Alternatively, if I could pick any job regardless of income, I’d work in a bookstore or a library, simply because I can’t think of a better place to spend 5 days a week. It’s always been a fantasy of mine. And yes, I realize what I actually want is to be a customer in a bookstore 5 days a week. Working in one, I’m sure, comes with all kinds of stress and pressure that I’m not aware of.

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

Compulsion and anxiety, and listening to Neil Young in high school and discovering Alden Nowlan and Patrick Lane as a teenager. Writing has been there since early high school, when I started devouring novels and poetry books and writing frantically in my room each night when I couldn’t sleep. It stayed with me all of these years, but became more intentional, more steady. The compulsion to write, to me, is more important than every other aspect of writing like editing and publishing and promotion. Whether or not I have a publication or a public reading, or even if I don’t write anything new for several years, the desire and impulse to write will, I deeply hope, always be there, or always return when it’s stalled.  

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Last great novel was Emperor of Gladness by Ocean Vuong. I’ve read so many phenomenal poetry collections over the last year or so, but the few that stood out the most were Sabrina Spenser Smith’s A Brief Relief from Hunger, Triny Finlay’s Myself a Paperclip, and Matthew Dickman’s Wonderland and Husbandry. I rarely watch films anymore, but on a rare occasion I went to the movie theatre and saw One Battle After Another, which was a wild ride.   

19 - What are you currently working on?

Not allowing my writing to grind to a halt now that I’ve finally published my second book. After my first, I developed my career, had two children,  got a Masters degree, and had a spouse with a very busy career, so it took 12 years to publish my second full length. I’d like to make the third book happen sooner, not for any time line, just so that writing continues to be part of my daily life even when life gets chaotic.

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