I want to yell about it most days and stop strangers in the street to share my outrage. But my mind is too serpentine to offer instant poem reactions. I can however stand back and examine the deeper ground, or… — Robin Beth Schaer Copy Share Image
When I was young, my knowledge of the literary world was a distorted tabloid sketch of dazzling fame, suffering genius, and tragic glamour. It… — Robin Beth Schaer Copy Share Image
I want to yell about it most days and stop strangers in the street to share my outrage. But my mind is too serpentine… — Robin Beth Schaer Copy Share Image
My path to poetry was slow and meandering. When I eventually found my way to graduate school at 29, making a life as a… — Robin Beth Schaer Copy Share Image
Being pregnant taught me how to be a better writer. It was a lesson in negative capability and surrendering to necessity. Suddenly, my body… — Robin Beth Schaer Copy Share Image
A decade ago, my poems were precious little boxes, small and claustrophobic, completely inward gazing. I didn't possess the command to speak beyond the… — Robin Beth Schaer Copy Share Image
