Rebecca Foust Performs at Poetry Night in Davis


Andy Jones has just announced that Rebecca Foust will perform at Bistro 33 in Davis on Wednesday, March 4. I attended her reading once in Sacramento and I can tell you she is one poet whose reading you wouldnt want to miss.

She has earned degrees from Smith College, Stanford Law School, and the Warren Wilson MFA Program. Her poetry can be found in many national journals, including Margie and the North American Review, and in her two prize-winning books.

Rebecca’s new book, Mom’s Canoe won the 2008 Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Award and will be released in March 2009 by Texas Review Press. It addresses family and place in the Allegheny Mountains of western Pennsylvania, an area of once-pristine rural landscapes now recovering from the last century’s extensive coal mining and railroading industries. Most of the poems were previously published in journals such as Margie, North American Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, and Texas Review, and one was nominated for a 2008 Pushcart Award. Mom’s Canoe has endorsements from poets Robin Becker, Barry Spacks, Mathew Lippman, and Susan Griffin.

Rebecca’s first book, Dark Card (TRP 2008), won the Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Award in 2007, and was endorsed by Molly Peacock, Barry Spacks and Robert Phillips. Dark Card collects poetry about the experience of raising a son with Asperger’s Syndrome, the Autism Disorder featured in the film “Rain Man.” This book has been the subject of more than 20 features and reviews in The Marin Independent Journal, The American Book Review, Calyx, Chiron Review and Hudson Review and others linked at www.rebeccafoust.com.

Dark Card, about raising a son with Aspberger’s Syndrome, won the 2007 Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize. Mom’s Canoe, Foust’s most recent book, won the same prize in 2008. Both books were published by Texas Review Press and include poems nominated for a 2008 Pushcart Prize. To find out more about Rebecca Foust and read reviews of Dark Card, visit www.rebeccafoust.com.

The reading is at 9:00 pm.

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