Poem: Lauren Gordon


One of the poems forthcoming from “Fiddle Is Flood” (comes out tomorrow!) went live today at Extract(s). I’m so grateful these Little House on the Prairie poems are making their way into the world.

Originally posted on Extract(s):

Last Summer I Found God in the River

what clings, what stays
the noise we make in ink

the lightning fields
magnified by glass floods

bright grass fiddled
bare feet to kiss his feet to know

gospel, to really know it
I had to run

Lauren Gordon is the author of  Meaningful Fingers (Finishing Line Press) and Keen (Horse Less Press) as well as the forthcoming Generalizations about Spines (Yellow Flag Press), and Fiddle Is Flood (Blood Pudding Press). Her work has appeared or is forthcoming with Sugar House Review , burntdistrict , Inter|rupture , Smoking Glue Gun , [PANK] , MiPOesias , Menacing Hedge among others. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Best of the Net prize and is a Contributing Editor to Radius Lit . She lives outside of Milwaukee.

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well hi, blogosphere.  sorry i’ve been away for so long.  i’m not sure what happened.  one day i was all up in your business and the next i was sucked into a whirlwind of real world action.

publishing is getting off to a slow start this year, because i stopped submitting a few months ago.  i think i’m just now starting to pick up the torch again.  my series of poems about laura ingalls wilder won a contest with blood pudding press and will be published this march.  i’m very happy about it, and also relieved.  i’ve been sitting on those poems for a long time. i can finally move forward with the full length manuscript of laura and nancy drew.  future plans.

oh, and i started doing reviews for a new journal called damfino press – they are going to do great things.  definitely check them out.  the first few poems they published are phenomenal. it’s cool to be on the ground floor for this.

what else?  now that the baby is no longer a baby, i’m starting to apply to residencies.  2015 will be the year of genuflection and writing.  i hope.  i need space and time, but what mother doesn’t?

anyway, sending lots of love into this internet sphere and maybe i’ll see you again.

Interview With Poet Lauren Gordon

Originally posted on :

Rattle & Pen is thrilled to support the newest publication by one of our own contributors–Lauren Gordon’s collection of poetry Keen (publication information below). Here, we offer you a brief interview with Lauren about the collection, her writing process, and where she’s headed next.



Keen, by Lauren Gordon, Horse Less Press, December 2014


This is such an interesting concept for a collection of poetry. Can you talk about how you composed this collection? Did you have Nancy Drew in mind from the start, or did the connection to the character emerge slowly as you wrote individual poems?

Thank you. When I left my MFA program in 2010, I was a little burned out on writing formal, pastoral poems, which was my bag at the time. I had the idea to write a series of poems about Nancy Drew and the mystery of family that would maybe loosely…

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Three Questions: Lauren Gordon


Many thanks to Jenn Monroe and Extract(s) for these thoughtful interview questions.

Originally posted on Extract(s):

We featured an excerpt from Lauren Gordon’s new chapbook Meaningful Fingers (Finishing Line Press) earlier this summer.  She is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks: Keen (Horse Less Press) and Generalizations about Spines(Yellow Flag Press), and her work has appeared or is forthcoming with Sugar House Review, burntdistrict, Inter|rupture, Smoking Glue Gun, [PANK], MiPOesias, Menacing Hedge among others. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Best of the Net prize and is a Contributing Editor to Radius Lit. She lives outside of Milwaukee.

The final lines of your poem “Mothers Worse Than” are “with her gills / which stretch to reveal / the meaty inside” and, to me at least, this is a metaphor for writing poetry–especially as a mother. Do you think this is true and have you yet found the point where your gills can’t stretch anymore?…

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August Stuff, August Attitude

I recently cancelled my Time Warner Cable bundle in favor of a slow-as-molasses internet speed and Apple TV, so it’s not that I purposely neglect this little blog space, it’s just that any time I need to do something on this outdated netbook, it takes an hour.  And as the parent of a two year old, I rarely have an hour to spare.

It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.  I do.  It’s this technology thing holding me back.

And all my posts are just updates anyway.  You’re like my half assed CV.

Right Hand Pointing nominated one of my poems for a Best of the Net award, which is really exciting and flattering.  You can read it here.

Up the Staircase Quarterly also nominated one of my poems for a Best of the Net award this year, and they interviewed me in their latest issue.  The interview questions were interesting and the entire issue is good.  You can that here.

I’m super stoked to have two poems in the new issue of MiPOesias, especially because it’s in such fine company.  So many remarkable poems in this issue and if you’re interested, you can read that here.

Sugared Water is another beautiful journal that silk screens their covers and they did a little Q&A with me here.

I did a book review for a fabulous book of poetry – Elizabeth Cantwell’s “Nights I Let the Tiger Get You” and you can read the review here.

So, I’m hustling.  I always do.  Meaningful Fingers is still behind at the press, but I’m hoping it will go out this month.  I just did a reading in New York a week and a half ago for the Boog City Festival in Brooklyn and they got some really nice write-ups.  It was a good time.  I have another reading coming up this November and a couple of publications on the horizon, but I’ve slowed my submissions down.   I think I am in the research phase of another project right now.  Or it’s avoidance.  Or something.  Brain hibernation.

Anyway, some of the books I bought (or received for review) last month that I would definitely recommend:

State Sonnets by BJ Best

A House of Many Windows by Donna Vorreyer

Leave Luck to Heaven by Brian Oliu – I haven’t finished reading this one yet, but it’s highly enjoyable

A Small Man Looked at Me by Sara Lefsyk (amazing)

Her Human Costume by Cynthia Marie Hoffman

A Sweeter Water by Sara Henning (review forthcoming with The Collagist)




Sweet Poetry: Q&A with Lauren Gordon

Originally posted on Sugared Water:

Today’s Q&A is with Lauren Gordon, a contributor of poetry to the inaugural issue of Sugared Water.

Lauren Gordon is the Pushcart Prize nominated author of Meaningful Fingers (Finishing Line Press) and Keen (horse less press). Her work has appeared with Sugar House Review, burntdistrict, Coldfront Magazine, Rain Taxi, Smoking Glue Gun and Poetry Crush. She lives outside of Milwaukee.

a little taste of “I’m Building a New Spinefrom SW#001:

out of Himalayan salt;
luminescent pink vertebrae
an unfathomed history.

In this life, I will move with meaning,
move with ferrite light,
I am an Alaskan sky,

SW: What are you currently reading?
LGChange Machine by Bruce Covey and What is a Domicile by Joanna Penn Cooper.   Glowing recommendations all around—very lovely and well-crafted poetry. I’m also reading 123 Magic because my toddler has reached the very special…

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July Updates

hi friends.  some updates.

My chapbook “Meaningful Fingers” with Finishing Line Press is a few weeks behind schedule at the printer’s apparently, but should be shipped soon.  Extract(s) did a really nice excerpt and you can read a few poems here.

Luna Luna Magazine ran a few poems from my forthcoming chapbook “Keen” with Horse Less Press (out this fall) and you can read them here.

I am also really excited to announce that Yellow Flag Press will be publishing my weird series of Ars Poetica as a chapbook sometime in the future.  One of the poems from that series was just nominated today for a Best of the Net award and you can read that poem here.

I’m really getting the hang of this linking thing.

Another poem of mine was nominated for a Best of the Net award by Up the Staircase Quarterly, and you can read that here.   They have a new issue coming out pretty soon, too.

Did I cover everything?!  Radius Lit has started publishing fiction and it’s really great.  You can send submissions or check out the journal here.

What else can we click on?  Oh I know, I’m hosting two workshop types of classes at University of Wisconsin-Waukesha next fall.  One is for writing short version memoir and another is for putting together chapbook manuscripts.  If you’re in the area and interested, it’s through the Continuing Education program and I think it will be fun.  You can read all about it here.

Last announcement.  I will be in New York for a reading at Unnameable Books on August 2 at 1:15 pm as part of the Boog City reading series so if you’re in the area, stop by and say hi.

These updates brought to you via caffeine and pure resolve; the only two things stronger than a toddler’s whine.

Excerpt: Lauren Gordon


Three poems from my forthcoming chapbook are featured today on Extract(s). I’m so happy to share these!

Originally posted on Extract(s):

From Meaningful Fingers

 Gordon_Lauren_CovYou Can’t Eat the Grief
when grief is eating you because you are hollowed like you have been drinking Drano, but you find yourself in a checkout lane with a bag boy who looks lupine in his beard and those plugs that stretch ear lobes until they are twin strips of silly putty. If grief was a sound it would be the peacock’s lament shattering the morning fog, heard for miles; you, too, would roost high and hard, molting your shimmering fan until you were truly hermetic, bald and screaming, but your grief is the eye on a tail feather; spectacular and unseeing. You can’t eat the grief because it doesn’t taste like soy and you’re not sure if you’re getting enough soy or if Jesus ate soy or if the baby’s formula is based on soy because that’s what grief does: it drives a railroad…

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June Updates

I have a poem publication out today with Smoking Glue Gun and you can read it here.

They’re such a fun journal and this issue is pretty phenomenal.  The poem that is up is from my [unpublished] chapbook “On My Heart, My Legs, My Liver” that sort of charts the dissolution of a relationship under a trope of alcoholism.  So you know, totally not biographical at all.

Right now I am working a full length manuscript and I hope it will be done and ready to go by the end of June.  It’s hard work and my brain is tired.  Lots of critical thinking and brutal honesty and combined, those things can be really hard to contend with every day.

Some nice news to share – my manuscript “Little House, Little Song” received an Honorable Mention from Coconut Books in their recent contest.  Somewhere out there is the right press for this book full of weird Little House on the Prairie poems…  keeping hope alive.

What else can I tell you?  I’m battling a chipmunk infestation and with the help of cleverly applied mesh netting, I think I might be winning.  I find myself having insane conversations with a small person one hundred times a day.  It is almost summer and I’m not sure how that happened, because it feels like Spring just started.  I read once that there is some way to trick your brain into thinking that time is passing by slowly.  I have this water bottle that makes strange sucking noises hours after I have taken a sip.


A few May publications

A few of my poems are being featured today with Escape Into Life and they are paired with some really incredible artwork. It’s so amazing how it changes the conversation of the poetry (or vice versa for that matter). You can check it here: Escape Into Life

One of my poems from last year’s NaPoWriMo is published this month with mojo and again, if you’re in the mood to look at some fantastic artwork and read some incredible things (and why wouldn’t you be?) you can see it here: mojo

Remember when I said I was on poetry vacation? It turns out I’m a liar and apparently poetry never sleeps!