a synonym for living


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new poem in AGNI for nick flynn, who sent me this photograph, years ago:

before you were born.jpegthis poem also owes some of its spirit to an episode of on beingan interview with brother guy consolmagno and father george coyne, current and former directors of the vatican observatory. it’s a warm & bright & full episode, & i recommend it highly.

excerpt from “LIKE NEBRASKA” in The New Yorker


i have a poem in The New Yorker

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upcoming events

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13 Nov, 8pm EST: FACEBOOK LIVE CHAT w/ Jim Daniels for the Miami Book Fair: hop online at 8pm EST to the Miami Book Fair’s page to catch Jim & I discuss all things poems & our upcoming panels in Miami !

18 Nov, 4pm:  Miami Book Fair: “Writing The Unanswerable: Poets on The Body’s Journey” (reading & panel) 

2 Dec, 7pm: White Whale Bookstore in Pittsburgh, PA w Lauren Russell & Rachel Mennies

Will be living in northern California soon, & would love to hook up with folks to read – get in touch if you’re in the Bay Area! ( sophie.klahr@gmail.com )


Something that took my breath away: over at The Bind, Rachel Mennies has written this beautiful review of Meet Me Here At Dawn,  in verse.

AF fieldcloudy field in which thought is depicted 

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Such a pleasure to do this interview with Littsburgh ! Many thanks to the lovely Renee Alberts for asking me to contribute to the literary pulse of my hometown.

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AF compass tattoo

stick & poke – my compass…


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Did you catch this year’s TEEN SEQUINS feature? It was brilliant.

start here, &  read all the poems.

here’s a glimpse: IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG1IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG2IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG3IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG4IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG5IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG6IG-Teen-Sequins-for-IG7

That It Might Save, or Drown Them

I have seen how the earth erodes differently
from the way that trust does. Likewise,
I know what it means, to come to love
all over again the very mistakes I
also know, looking back, I might better have
strayed clear of. Two points make a line—but
so does one point, surely, when pulled at
once in two opposed directions: how
to turn away from what’s familiar, for
example, toward what isn’t
defines hope well enough, but can define,
too, despair… When I look around
at all the wood that’s drifted ashore, been
bleached clean, and stranded, I think
to be stranded must mean giving in
to whatever forces make of strandedness
over time such smooth-to-the-hand forms
of trophy as these before me now, each one

distinctive. There’s a light that can make
finding a thing look more than faintly
like falling across it—you must kneel,
make an offering. I threw my compass away
years ago. I have passed through that light.

– Carl Phillips


this year has been full of such grace and heartache and unexpectedness so far.

writing to you from a field in Nebraska, full of crickets and wind.

a beautiful & humbling & succinct review of MEET ME HERE AT DAWN has just appeared in Colorado Review. Immensely grateful to be read so well. 

In the coming months, I’ll have work in The New Yorker, Ploughshares, Zyzzyva, Blackbird, and AGNI. “You’re really blowing up,” said to me yesterday, by way of congratulations, for The New Yorker acceptance. The truth is, I’m hunkering down. I let the poems live on their own for awhile. For a long while. These days, I don’t submit any work that’s under two years old — I revise and revise and revise. I trust my gut. I follow the example I’ve found in Eduardo C. Corral, who seems to hold his poems close for a long time. I don’t overestimate my first thought, my first spark of love for a poem — there is no rush. I believe in Rilke’s suggestion that everything is gestation, then birthing. Everyone has their own way. But I know how changeable I am. Perhaps my writing is the one thing I am really, in some deep essential way, willing and able to let go of.


happy september. i hope the fall finds you well.


“the only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance.” – david whyte




that month when christopher owens & carl phillips (pinestero) said they liked my book and my heart beat a little faster.