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David Romtvedt was born in Portland, Oregon, and grew up in Arizona. He received a BA from Reed College and an MFA from the University of Iowa.

He is the author of several poetry collections, including Dilemmas of the Angels, forthcoming from Louisiana State University Press in 2017; Some Church (Milkweed Editions, 2005); A Flower Whose Name I Do Not Know (Copper Canyon Press, 1992), chosen by John Haines for the National Poetry Series; and Moon (Bieler Press, 1984).

Carol Bly writes, “David Romtvedt is like a loyal consul who represents a species that has done some terrible things: undeluded, he still loves us, and keeps laying out more high-hearted policies for us all.”

Romtvedt has published several books of prose, including Zelestina Urza in Outer Space (Center for Basque Studies, 2015) and Windmill: Essays from Four Mile Ranch (Red Crane Books, 1997). Also a musician, he plays traditional American dance music with The Wyoming Fireants Band and has received a Distinguished Service to Music Education Award from the Wyoming Music Educators Association.

Romtvedt served as the poet laureate of Wyoming from 2003 to 2011. The recipient of a Wyoming Governor’s Arts Award, he has also been awarded fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Wyoming Arts Council, among others. He teaches at the University of Wyoming.


Bibliography

Poetry
Dilemmas of the Angels (forthcoming Louisiana State University Press, 2017)
Some Church (Milkweed Editions, 2005)
Certainty (White Pine Press, 1996)
A Flower Whose Name I Do Not Know (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)
How Many Horses (Ion Books, 1988)
Moon (Bieler Press, 1984)

Prose
Zelestina Urza in Outer Space (Center for Basque Studies, 2015)
Windmill: Essays from Four Mile Ranch (Red Crane Books, 1997)
Crossing Wyoming (White Pine Press, 1992)
Free and Compulsory for All: Tales (Graywolf Press, 1984)

Buddha with a Cell Phone

The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside
to stand in the stream, the longed-for gift of water
where it hasn’t rained for so long. I shout and dance
with the dog, who puts his ears back and licks my nose.
When we come back in, he shakes and I do too,
a few drops flying off my hair. I notice the Buddha
sitting on my desk. He’s a rubber Buddha
in a yellow robe. If you squeeze him he squeaks.
He’s got a radiant smile on his face, his eyebrows
happy half-moons over his eyes. As I stare at him
my wife walks by and with a cheery Buddha-like glint says,
“It’s raining.” In his right hand the Buddha’s got a cappuccino
and in his left a cell phone pressed to his ear.
His lips are closed so I know he’s listening, not talking.
One more thing—I pick up a little kaleidoscope
lying next to the Buddha and lift it to my eye to look outside.
I thought it would make the raindrops glitter
through the autumn-dry corn but instead what I see
looks like the ceiling of a great cathedral.
I whirl around and am presented with the image
of a thousand rubber Buddhas, each one
a drop of rain, falling, ready to hit the ground.

David Romtvedt, Some Church (Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions, 2005). Copyright © 2005 by David Romtvedt. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions. www.milkweed.org.

David Romtvedt, Some Church (Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions, 2005). Copyright © 2005 by David Romtvedt. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions. www.milkweed.org.

David Romtvedt

A former poet laureate of Wyoming, David Romtvedt is the author of several poetry collections, including Some Church (Milkweed Editions, 2005). He teaches at the University of Wyoming.

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Ed Trafton turns from the shimmering water
of Shoshone Lake to the first of fifteen tourist coaches,
pulls the black silk neckerchief up the bridge of his nose,
plants himself in the road and says, “Please step out
and come this way.” Black is so hot. “Drop your valuables
on the blanket.”