Laurie Blauner

Laurie will read with two other authors at Couth Buzzard Books in Greenwood on 16 February 2012. Couth Buzzard is at 8310 Greenwood Avenue North in Seattle. They have a wonderful selection of used books and some new as well. Go to their web site here and have a look around.

Graphic by Donna Miscolta, permission pending

Laurie Blauner

The author of six books of poetry, two novels and a novella, Laurie Blauner received an MFA from The University of Montana. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in various publications, including The New Republic, The Nation, The Georgia Review, The Seattle Review, The New Orleans Review, Poetry, and American Poetry Review. She has received an NEA grant, King County Arts Commission, Seattle Arts Commission, Artist Trust, and Centrum grants and awards. Laurie Blauner lives in Seattle, Washington.

Poetry

Other Lives, Owl Creek Press, 1984
Self-Portrait with and Unwilling Landscape, Owl Creek Press, 1989
Children of Gravity, Owl Creek Press, 1995
Facing the Facts, Orchises Press, 2002
All This Could Be Yours, Cherry Grove Collections, 2006
Wrong, Cherry Grove Collections, 2008

Fiction

Somebody, Black Heron Press, 2003
Infinite Kindness, Black Heron Press, 2007
Instructions for Living, Main Street Rag, 2011

To order books or for other inquiries, please contact the following publishers:

Owl Creek Press
2693 Camano Drive SW
Camano Island, Washington 98292

Orchises Press
PO Box 20602
Alexandria, Virginia 22320-1602
http://mason.gmu.edu/~rlathbur/

Black Heron Press
PO Box 95676
Seattle, Washington 98145
http://blackheron.mav.net/

Sample poetry:

What your Body Holds Against You*

could be love in the right proportions. Don't confuse
form and content where a good sense of humor becomes

curves that make rooms loosen around her.
Look for a woman that listens to music

drifting over a lake, hovering like flies, or someone who will
watch the landscape emptied of azaleas under a setting sun.

By forty there is a sideshow of vanities:
the dragon breath you wake to, bones tossed

against your skin like waves, or the flesh that grows
where a waitress tucks her loose change. We measure

time with our lives, counting out the coins
year by year. We all become detectives of broken

hearts in off-season hotels where love and its accoutrements
wait by the roulette wheel for one chance at the big time.

*from Children of Gravity, Owl Creek Press, 1995