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Irene McKinney

Irene McKinney is the recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry and two West Virginia Commission on the Arts Fellowships in Poetry. She is the author of six books of poetry: The Girl with a Stone in Her Lap (North Atlantic, 1976); The Wasps at the Blue Hexagons (Chapbook, Small Plot Press, 1984); Quick Fire and Slow Fire (North Atlantic, 1988); Six O’Clock Mine Report (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1989), Vivid Companion (West Virginia University Press Nandalia, 2005), and Unthinkable: Selected Poems (Red Hen, 2007). She is editor of Back Country: Contemporary Writing In West Virginia, and has held fellowships at McDowell Colony, Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, and Blue Mountain Center. She was appointed Poet Laureate of West Virginia in 1994. Recent poems and forthcoming poems are in American Voice, Arts & Letters, Artful Dodge, The Kenyon Review, Confluence, South Dakota Review, Kestrel, Poetry Northwest, Clackamas Literary Review, Georgia Review, Washington Square, Blackbird, Poetry, and Court Green. She has been writer-in-residence at University of California at Santa Cruz, Western Washington University at Bellingham, the University of New Mexico at Albuquerque, and Lynchburg College. Her work has been featured five times on Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac, and on Verse Daily. She is Director and founder of the Low Residency MFA, West Virginia Wesleyan.

Poetry

Fall 2012

Plangent

By Irene McKinney

Frankly? I hate being neglected. "Plangent": striking with a deep, reverberating sound. Days into treatment: fifteen? Six to go. Weak, tentative some days, longing for physical work yesterday, I dug […]

Poetry

Winter 1999

Fame

By Irene McKinney

That I would become known; that someone would know me, I would be recognized, and not pitiable; and I would remain as strong as I was, if not stronger, and […]

Poetry

Winter 1999

The Surgery

By Irene McKinney

While I lay on the table in darkness, they opened my side, removed my guts, and placed them on a dampened spongebeside me. But too soonI started to awake, knowing […]

In Memoriam

To My Reader

By Irene McKinney

There’s a passage through the night where someone awards me, hangs the tassle of distress off to the side and replaces it with a badge indicating that I did one […]