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Sally Van Doren

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Sally Van Doren

Poet Sally Van Doren was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. She is a graduate of Phillips Academy and Princeton University and received an MFA from the University of Missouri-St. Louis.

Van Doren was awarded the 2007 Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets for her first collection of poems, Sex at Noon Taxes, selected by August Kleinzahler, which was published in spring of 2008 by Louisiana State University Press. She is also the author of Promise (LSU Press, 2017), which features one of her drawings on the cover, and Possessive (LSU Press, 2012).

About her work, Kleinzahler wrote: "There are no dead moments, no fill: even the conjunctions, prepositions and assorted connectives carry a charge. The language is alive. The movement of language is alive. The mind at work here is at all points quick, full of play and bite."

She was a semi-finalist in the 2006 "Discovery"/The Nation Poetry Contest. Her poem, "The Sense Series," was the text for a multimedia performance at the Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis.

Van Doren has taught creative writing in the St. Louis Public Schools and at the 92nd Street Y in New York City, and she curates the Sunday Poetry Workshops for the St. Louis Poetry Center.  She divides her time between St. Louis and Cornwall, Connecticut.

Bibliography

Promise (Louisiana State University Press, 2017)
Possessive (Louisiana State University Press, 2012)
Sex at Noon Taxes (Louisiana State University Press, 2007)

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Every morning I let it all go.
Then it starts coming back,
sometimes blurred, sometimes
stuttering, sometimes suspended
on a linear dartboard that
I try to impale myself upon.
Even when the skylight is leaking,
I look for the peephole
that will ensnare my vision
of

poem
I chart the psyche,
observing how I 
force myself to speak
to you, imagining that
together we might
transform a life.  

Why this need
to document change,
to reverse a mood, 
to carry forward the time
when magnolias bloom?

Let’s follow the itinerant we
up and over the jonquil's back,
treading on its spilled
poem

After TM Davy

The impending light
pushes out from
an unstable center.

It tries to convert
flux into stasis. I
watch it from my

indolent perch
on the couch. If it
pushes too hard

we will capsize.
I prefer to regard