Rebecca Hazelton Bio
Rebecca Hazelton Stafford is an American poet, editor, and critic. A former editor at The Southeast Review and Devil’s Lake, Hazelton presently reviews contemporary poetry for Southern Indiana Review. She was also a member of the English faculty of Beloit College from 2011 to 2012.
Rebecca was then on the creative writing faculty of Oklahoma State University. Her poetry has been published in various journals such as FIELD, Pleiades, and The Syca, for which she won the Ohio State University Press/The Journal Award in Poetry, Vow in 2013, No Girls No Telephones which was written with Brittany Cavallaro and published in 2013, and Bad Star in 2013.
In Fair Copy, Hazelton engages with the poetry of Emily Dickinson, using the first lines of Dickinson poems as acrostics from which Hazelton wrote her own poems. (Begun on Hazelton’s 29th birthday, the project used the first line of every 29th poem from The Complete Works of Emily Dickinson.)
Reviewing the collection in The Emily Dickinson Journal, Christina Pugh said Hazelton’s “handling of a line is often astonishingly virtuosic, and her material is only ‘personal’ in the coyest and most mercurial of ways,” noting that these qualities echo Dickinson’s own body of work.
A Publishers Weekly review of Vow said that “real bodies and adult relationships mingle and complement one another in this clear, witty second effort from Hazelton,” noting “her elegantly colloquial” style. Hazelton’s work has been anthologized in the Best New Poets series in 2011 and The Best American Poetry series in 2013 “Book of Forget” and 2015 “My Husband”).
Rebecca Hazelton Age
Rebecca Hazelton was born in 1978 in Richmond, Virginia. She graduated from Davidson College in 2000, receiving a Bachelor of Arts in English; the University of Notre Dame, where she got her Master of Fine Arts in Poetry; and Florida State University where she received her Ph.D. in English and Poetry. As of 2019, Hazelton is 41 years old.
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My three-year-old took a long draw off of his cigarette as he stared out towards the distant lights of the city. The bright orange ember lit the pensive details of his face as he held his breath for a moment.
I found myself wanting to speak, but as I found the words he turned slightly to me as if he already understood. “Everyone dies one day,” he exhaled, rolling smoke across the rainy window as a lightning bolt lit up the sky. His reflection stared at me for several seconds. “Everyone.”
“I want to die” -me as a 3-year-old, prob
“Good bot. Bad context, but the best kind of bot.”
“I’m dying from the imagery….”
I told this to my 3 -year old who looked me dead in the windows of my soul and said “but daddy, did they not consider all the books lost to time. We’ve recovered remnants of books never seen elsewhere. I mean, consider the Epic of Gilgamesh. It’s one of the earliest written works and we only have a portion of it. How would you describe those missing chapters?”
Everyone Dies
My three-year-old took a long draw off of his cigarette as he stared out towards the distant lights of the city. The bright orange ember lit the pensive details of his face as he held his breath for a moment.
I found myself wanting to speak, but as I found the words he turned slightly to me as if he already understood. “Everyone dies one day,” he exhaled, rolling smoke across the rainy window as a lightning bolt lit up the sky. His reflection stared at me for several seconds. “Everyone.”
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