What can I say? Half-Hazard has been out in the world just over two months. I flew around the country and talked to people about it nonstop for about four weeks. Pretty thrilling and exhausting stuff. Realization 1: I'm not built to be social or airborne for prolonged periods of time.
After spending twenty years crafting a book, one of the most rewarding things is to see it read so carefully and appear alongside other amazing books in roundups and reviews. Realization 2: I'm the kind of writer who reads her reviews (for now). I'm so incredibly grateful.
Below is a poetry roundup from the Washington Post. And a clip of me reading the title poem in the New Yorker. And a picture of my dad sitting in my signing chair at my poetry event in Idaho Falls. One of the poems in the book is "Goodbye, Idaho." Little did I know when I wrote it how often I'd return to her and her potato-theme baggage claim.
I feel so lucky that this book is finally out in the world.
Washington Post New Voices In Poetry
Half-Hazard New Yorker
A Girl, A Guy, A Bear
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Monday, October 29, 2018
I'm Going on Tour with Half-Hazard
Hello. Are you interested in poetry? Do you like wacky villanelles? Bear-curious verse? Conversations with Tom Sadoski? We should meet. Come find me at one of these fine cities. (Bonus: Brian Evenson will be at 90% of these venues. And he's great!)
Kristen Tracy readings
Los Angeles, CA
Thursday, November 8, 7:30 pm
Book Launch at Skylight Books
Reading and discussion with Tom Sadoski
Portland, OR: Wordstock
Saturday, November 10, 10:15-11 am
Panel: Missed Connection Poetry of Faith and Family (with Anis Mojgani, Stacey Tran, and Neil Aitken) At Brunish Theatre (Hines Warner Wealth Management Stage)
Portland, OR: Wordstock
Saturday, November 10, 1-1:15 pm
Pop-up Reading, Portland Art Museum, in the Poetic Imagination in Japanese Art exhibit on the 1st floor
Seattle, WA
Monday, November 12, 7 pm
Kristen Tracy reads with Wayétu Moore at Elliott Bay Book Co (1521 10th Ave)
San Francisco--POSTPONED DUE TO AIR QUALITY--CHECK BACK FOR NEW TIME
Friday November 16, 7:30 pm
Reading and chat with Daniel Handler at the Bindery (1644 Haight Street).
Detroit
Sunday, November 18, 2 pm
Conversation with Imani Mixon at Pages Bookshop in Detroit
Ann Arbor
Monday, November 19, 7 pm
Conversation with Young Eun Yook at Literati in Ann Arbor (124 E. Washington Street)
Kalamazoo, MI
Monday, November 26, 7 pm
Reading at Book Bug in Kalamazoo with Diane Seuss
Chicago, IL
Tuesday, November 27, 7 pm
Poetry reading, with Bob Hicok at the Poetry Foundation in Chicago (61 W. Superior Street)
Salt Lake City, UT
Tuesday, December 4, 7 pm
Reading and conversation with Brian Evenson at King's English Bookshop
Boise, ID
Wednesday, December 5, 6:30 pm
Signing at Rediscovered Books
Idaho Falls, ID
Saturday, December 8, 2 pm
Reading and conversation with Karole Honas at Barnes & Noble -- Grand Teton Mall
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Thought on Image Lecture for CSSA
Formative
& Decorative Images
Image: a representation of the external form of a person or
thing in art.
Image: a mental picture of
a person, animal, or object summoned up by a word, phrase, or sentence. Images are often visual, but may
appeal to any of our senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste and tough.
Imagery is
the literary term used for language and description that appeals to our five
senses. When a writer attempts to describe something so that it appeals to our
sense of smell, sight, taste, touch, or hearing; he/she has used imagery.
The purpose of imagery is to take
advantage of all of a reader's senses and build them into something vivid and
real in the reader's imagination.
Basho’s
Haikus
The crane’s legs A
bucket of azaleas, A
bee
have gotten shorter in its shadow staggers
out
in the spring rain. the woman tearing codfish of the peony.
Circus
Youth
My life
was going by. Year. Cake. Year. Cake.
And no
circus. No clowns. Only that rotten dress,
[. .
.]
The
Unavoidable Pigeon
I see
it on Cabrillo. Midway through the crosswalk.
Some
people spot an injured pigeon
tumbling
down the street and think
good
riddance. But how can I think that?
[. . .]
The Blue Dress
The first November after
the divorce
there was a box from my
father on my birthday—no card, but a
big box from Hink’s, the
dark
department store with a
balcony and
mahogany rail around the
balcony, you could
stand and press your
forehead against it
until you could almost
feel the dense
grain of the wood, and
stare down
into the rows and rows
of camisoles,
petticoats, bras, as if
looking down
into the lives of
women.
The box was from
there, he had braved that place for me
the way he had entered
my mother once
to get me out. I
opened the box—I had
never had a present from
him—
and there was a blue
shirtwaist dress
blue as the side of a
blue teal
disguised to go in
safety on the steel-blue water.
I put it on, a perfect
fit,
I liked that it was not
too sexy, just a
blue dress for a
14-year-old daughter the way
Clark Kent’s suit
was just a plain suit for a reporter, but I
Felt the weave of the
mercerized Indian Head cotton
against the skin of my
upper arms and my
wide thin back and
especially the skin of my
ribs under those new
breasts I had
raised in the night like
earthworks in commemoration of his name
A year later, during a
fight about
just how awful my father
had been,
my mother said he had
not picked out the dress,
just told her to get
something not too expensive, and then
had not even sent a
check for it,
that's the kind of man
he was. So I
never wore it again in
her sight
but when I went away to
boarding school I
wore it all the time
there,
loving the feel of
it,
just casually mentioning
sometimes it was a gift from my father,
wanting in those days to
appear to have something
whether it was true or a
lie, I didn’t care, just to
have something.
--Sharon Olds (The Gold
Cell)
Circus
Youth
My life
was going by. Year. Cake. Year. Cake.
And no
circus. No clowns. Only that rotten dress,
blue and
tumbling. I wanted to eat the buttons.
I wanted
to feed the rest—cuffs and collar—
to the
dogs. Let it be dung. Let it be
that
common. I craved a ship. I desired
a texture
wholly unlike my life. Clowns.
Funny
rubber balls. Who handed me these knives
to
juggle? Who said everything was going to be fine?
I know. I
know. Childhood shows no mercy.
Others
have had to catch much trickier knives—
all
blade, no handle. No one meets our demands
for
better maps or parents or more robust
Saint
Bernards. The worst day of my life.
The
circus. The tragic reality that it was
a show.
Lions
reduced to cats. Leather-clad men riding motorcycles
inside
metal balls. The terror of the ringmaster,
so much
like my grandfather, folding in a bow.
We took you, my parents said. And it wasn’t
a lie.
Elephants in chains. Painted faces blistering
under the
makeup’s grease. Afterward,
I ached
on my sandbag pillow. Pots clattering
to the
kitchen floor. A heap of a dead horse
melting
in the field beyond my window.
Couldn’t
there be a different circus? Music
piped at
the happiest pitch? Children so thrilled
they shit
themselves in the stands and smile on?
And clown
hands, clown necks, clown thighs put together
to
assemble a truly hilarious thing?
Futile, I know,
I prayed
for years. Slowly flowering in my bed.
Certain
of something. Wanting what I wanted.
Clown in
my doorway. Clown on my floor.
A clown
on my very own thumb.
Kristen Tracy
The Unavoidable
Pigeon
I see it
on Cabrillo, midway through the crosswalk.
Some people spot an injured pigeon
tumbling down the street and think
good
riddance. But how can I think that?
I know this bird. I’ve seen it before.
Balboa. Anza. Clement. Its wounded
foot
lifted high into its feathered body.
No, I will never take this bird
home.
I root for it in other ways. What a
survivor!
I pass it
on the way to the post office,
parading like a governor in a bright
patch of sun. Don’t worry. This bird
will
never break my heart. Not right now.
Not tomorrow. Not next week when I
find it
hammered to the road. Poor
bird.
A
ruptured viola. All of its red strings
pulled out of it. Even with big
dreams,
a pigeon can only survive so long
on these
streets. Had you asked me, had you
been a reasonable being, I
would
have warned you to stick to the sky.
For me, a good a story requires that
something happens that is so important, that by the end of the story the
character is changed by it.
Where does your story happen?
When does your story happen?
Who is your story about?
Three Ideas from your real life:
1.
2.
3.
Three ideas from your imagination:
1.
2.
3.
How do you build a
character?
Write a
poem that shows how a single event in your life changed you. I’ve given you the
title, the first few words of the first line, and the last line. Try to be as
specific as possible. And try to keep your poem to less than ten lines or
sentences. Remember, focus on the specific event (real or imaginary) and focus
on how it changed you. Your poem doesn’t have to rhyme, in fact it will
probably be easier if you write it without any rhymes. I’ll read you an
example.
Autobiography:
an account of a person’s life written by that person.
Autobiography
When I
was
And here
I am today
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
by
Frank O’Hara
Update: baby praying mantis continues to grow.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Thoughts on Characterization Lecture for CCSA
Elements of Fiction:
*Don't Look Ahead*
*I mean it*
*Stop reading*
Setting
Point of View
Characterization
Plot
Theme
Writing Prompt: Two
characters want the same physical thing. Write a scene between these two
characters. The conflict cannot be resolved. One person cannot surrender the
object to the other. They must both continue to want the object. Write this
story with a beginning a middle and an end. Don’t bog yourself down with
setting up the story with backstory. Simply begin. Begin with the conflict.
They can be strangers. They can be friends. Lovers. Friends. Cousins. You
decide. I’ll give you 20 minutes. Remember the object needs to be physical. Revenge, love, acceptance, forgiveness (and such) are too abstract.
*It's for your own good*
Fiction Response Sheet
1. What’s something that you liked a lot about the piece, something that you found really successful?
2. When did the conflict between the two characters become clear?
3. Did one character have a stronger motivation for getting the object or did you feel they were equal?
4. Did the scene start at a strong moment? In the middle of action?
5. Was the setting used effectively for this scene?
6. Did the dialogue help develop the characters? Point to one successful moment.
7. Was the scene satisfyingly resolved?
8. Was there any place in the story where you think an anecdote or small amount of backstory would have helped strengthen one or both of the characters?
9. What’s the most helpful and specific piece of advice you could give the writer of this piece geared toward its revision?
Character Sheet
Making a character tree:
Feet: What are the basic and obvious facts about your
character?
What do they look like?
What’s their occupation?
Surface level personal history.
--something embarrassing that has happened to him/her
--an accomplishment
--a failure they’ve suffered
--what is something they’re good at
--what is something
Groin: What your character wants.
Do they want to be liked?
Do they want to be left alone?
Do they want to boyfriend/girlfriend?
Do they want to buy something they perceive as
life-changing?
Heart: All they things they need in their life to function.
Based on the idea that everybody has a hole in their heart. Where is your
character’s hole? What fills it?
These illuminate their flaws.
Throat: External personal. How you project yourself to the
world.
Green snakeskin belt.
Mom drinks chai wears green ankle boot.
Hamberg Hoodie.
Left cheek:
How smart is your character?
How do they solve problems?
Right cheek:
What are your character’s ethics?
Crown
What is the full picture of this person?
What archetype do they fun under?
Practical questions I ask myself and expect my reader’s to
see in the first three chapters.
1. How do they get to school?
Socioeconomic status.
Mobility in their own life.
Level on independence and supervision.
2. What’s her schedule?
3. Can I chart her day on a
calendar?
4. What does her week look like?
5. What big assignments does she
have coming up?
6. Who are her three best friends?
7. How long of they been friends?
8. How do they hang out?
9. What are their friendship rules?
10. Is there something they
collective want?
11. What is the exact age of your
character?
12. Where was she born?
13. How many times has she moved?
14. Does your character feel
popular or unpopular?
15. Is she happy?
16. Who does she have a problem
with?
17. Why?
18. What do her parents do?
19. How does she feel about their
jobs?
20. What bothers her about her
parents?
21. What are her household
responsibilities?
22. What family rituals do they
have?
23. If I looked at their photo
album, what would I see?
24.Do they have any art in the
house?
25. Who was in charge of decorating
it?
26. Does your character have a
phone? 27. What rules exist for this?
28. What’s most important in my
character’s room?
29. Does she want to change
anything?
30. How important is her closet?
31. Can I describe what I see in
there?
32. Where does she shop? 33. Eat?
34. Does she keep a journal? 35. What
does she say in it?
36. Does she have a pet?
37. What are her responsibilities?
38. What would happen if her pet
got sick?
39. What are three things your
character would never do?
40. Can you make her do one?
41. If she went on a trip where
would she want to go?
42. How connected is she to her
extended family?
43. Has anything she loved ever
died?
44. What’s her level of interest in
sports?
45. Does she have any hang ups
about her physical appearance?
46. What’s the worst thing that’s
ever happened to her?
47. What’s her greatest
accomplishment and thing she’s most proud of.
48. What one word would she use to
describe herself.
49. What would she buy in the
vending machine?
50. When that doesn’t drop, what’s
her second choice?
Who are you quick list?
Favorite food.
Favorite way to waste time.
Favorite daydream.
Favorite person in the story who
isn’t her friend. (Aspirational
friendship)
Favorite memory.
Favorite dream.
Favorite article of clothing.
Favorite teacher.
Favorite subject.
Favorite assignment she’s working
on.
Reverse it:
Least favorite food.
Activity she hates.
Worst memory.
Least favorite person in the story.
Can be a terrible enemy or lightweight pest.
Worst experience so far in her
life.
Worst nightmare.
Thing she hates to wear.
Teacher or other authority figure
she doesn’t like.
Subject she struggles with.
Assignment she loathes.
These aren’t blanket dislikes. I’m
trying to get at her reasoning and personal history. Why does she not like
going to Idaho History?
YOU:
What are the twenty things YOU want
most in this world?
What are ten things that your
character wants?
Where is there overlap? Do these
lines cross?
I always like to have a picture in my posts. Here is something my husband found last week. Wild sprinkler honey.
And here is a baby praying mantis living on my son's sunflower. It turns its head and looks at me every time I water the plant.
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