Derek Sheffield’s collection, Not for Luck, won the Wheelbarrow Books Poetry Prize judged by Mark Doty. His other books include Through the Second Skin, finalist for the Washington State Book Award, and A Revised Account of the West, winner of the Hazel Lipa Environmental Chapbook Award judged by Debra Marquart. He is coeditor of Dear America: Letters of Hope, Habitat, Defiance, and Democracy. He lives with his family in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains near Leavenworth, Washington, where he birds, hikes, plants, fishes, and forest bathes. As a professor of English at Wenatchee Valley College, he teaches poetry and ecological writing and serves as co-chair of the Sustainability Committee. He is the poetry editor of Terrain.org.
Author Derek Sheffield reads from his Enumeration in the May/June & July/August 2014 issue about how to make your new house a home. Hint: get to know some of your wild Continue reading
Listen to the author read this Enumeration: While the lenders and realtors and brokers circulate their dreary forms, while your only claim to the house is wonder, get the Continue reading
Though Orion has published many poems that explore the connection between humans and the natural world, there’s much worth reading beyond the magazine’s pages. Earlier this year, Trinity University Press published Continue reading
What is “nature poetry”? How might it—or should it—operate in the world? Recently, Orion poet Derek Sheffield spoke with Christian Wiman, editor of Poetry magazine, about these questions and more. (On Continue reading
Delicious Apocalypse When I imagine it now, I’m no longer thirteen and revving across the charred earth on my motorcycle, searching for other survivors who say, What would we do Continue reading
Books I’m reading right now: What Narcissism Means to Me, by Tony Hoagland. Funny, smart poems. Now & Then: The Poet’s Choice Columns 1997-2000, by Robert Hass. A writer friend gave Continue reading
Untidy balance of belly and diaper, my daughter stands in our living room and shakes a piece of wrapping paper with everything she’s got, the way a father shakes a pen Continue reading