Yearly Archives: 2024

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Fires Seen From Space

I hate to see the news today that fires are burning uncontained.

“don’t say
no one noticed
or no one tried”

From Winter Editions:

In November, Winter Editions will publish Betsy Fagin‘s third book. Discovering enchantment within disintegrating forms and corrupted systems through ekphrastic poems and disorienting play with older texts, Fires Seen from Space dwells in the interstices of profound grief and abject wonder to find what refuge remains for life in the pyrocene.

Kevin Davies calls it “a prosodic tour de force [that] returns us again and again to the emergencies we live among and the almost unbearable beauty we stand to lose.” 

“In Fagin’s poems,” writes eco-philosopher Giovanbattista Tusa, “cosmogonic breath burns, and yet also the gravity of terrestrial resistance.” 

And Stacy Szymaszek writes, “Betsy Fagin is one of the poets I turn to in times of political, environmental, and humanitarian crisis—essentially, all times.”
I hope you’ll consider reviewing the book!

If you’re in a position to invite Betsy for a reading, talk, or class visit, please get in touch. If you’re teaching at a college or university, please consider recommending this book to your colleagues and librarians. 

April 15th, 2024

I didn’t know I was asleep. Wake
Knowing our bodies are the borders.

We are the limits to what 
Is tolerable & what is not.

What remains & how to move 
forward. Not leadership.

All institutions, corporations
Governments are made 

Of people in bodies with mouths
To feed. Needing rest & shelter, 

Care the same for everyone— 
perhaps they have forgotten 

And need reminding. 
What makes this day

Different from any other day? 
We are responsive, adaptable

Loving one another.
So it is. So it shall be.

It has ever been so.
See you April 15th in the streets.