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Rodger Moody


Rodger Moody is the winner of the 2012 Bright Hill Poetry Chapbook Award for Self-Portrait / Sixteen Sevenlings.  He is also the recipient of the 2012 C. Hamilton Bailey Fellowship in Poetry from Literary Arts in Portland, Oregon.  In 1978, Moody founded the Silverfish Review Press which sponsors the Gerald Cable Book Award and publishes other full-length titles.  His poetry has appeared in many magazines, including Caliban, Cloudbank, Indiana Review, Paragraph, and ZYZZYVA.  He is the author of a chapbook, Unbending Intent, published by 26 Books, and he has been granted writing fellowships at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, Massachusetts.  For the past twenty-eight years, Moody has made his living as a warehouse worker.  He lives in Eugene, Oregon.                 






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Sevenling (He longed for)




He longed for three things about farm

life: the morning rooster, good compost

in the garden, corncobs glowing in the fireplace.


He had no use for strangers

selling Bibles, children who refused

to weed the garden, well-meaning neighbors.


The countryside belongs to the swallows.           




Published in the Kerf





Sevenling (He lived for)




He lived for three things:

work gloves, sun in the morning,

the deep blue Midwest sky.


He didn’t care for outsiders,

stiff prairie winds, a woman’s

cold coffee.  He practiced


how to talk while plowing flat fields.




Published in The Oregonian





Sevenling (He shrugged off)




He shrugged off three things about

boot camp: the small lies, the big lies,

subtle psychological manipulation.


He hated stories others told

about girls back home, marching,

orders for breakfast, lunch, dinner.


Thoughts belong to no one.




Published in Self-Portrait / Sixteen Sevenlings, Bright Hill Press, 2013




WRITER'S TIP:  Besides suggesting we read as much as possible, and practice, I want to remind

poets of the benefits of a short nap, especially when ideas, or language, seem far away.                                   




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