Laurie Blauner

Hear Laurie read her works on Rattle Magazine's web site and also on Knockout Magazine's web site.

Wrong, Laurie's 6th book of Poetry, is forthcoming Fall 2008 from WordTech Press.

Meet Laurie at the Get Lit! festival in Spokane, Washington along with other Black Heron Press authors on Saturday, 19 April 2008 at the Spokane Club. For more information (including the time and location of the reading), visit the Get Let! Web site.

For more information, send your snail-mail address to Laurie at

Laurie Blauner

The author of five books of poetry and two novels, 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

Fiction

Somebody, Black Heron Press, 2003

Infinite Kindness, Black Heron Press, 2007

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