Rebecca Hazelwood is a writer who puts off writing until she can stand it no longer. She loves poetry. She teaches college freshmen how to write and tries to survive graduate school. She takes a lot of gratuitous pictures of herself. Her past lives (which are never really in the past) include interests in photojournalism, French language and culture, and religious studies. She is native to Kentucky, but she has lived in Missouri and France. Now she lives in Georgia.

She also collaborates on Structure and Style, a new poetry blog.

January 15th 2012

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I’m not saying I look rough after a night out drinking all of the alcohol in Atlanta with Will and Courtney, but I am saying that I have probably looked better in my life. My solution is to drink all the coffee in Atlanta and muse on poetry and loss—in particular, Yusef Komunyakaa’s “A Voice on an Answering Machine.” (And I’m listening to Sufjan Stevens’s “The Age of Adz” for the one millionth time.) I hope your Sunday is just as peaceful.

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I’m not saying I look rough after a night out drinking all of the alcohol in Atlanta with Will and Courtney, but I am saying that I have probably looked better in my life. My solution is to drink all the coffee in Atlanta and muse on poetry and loss—in particular, Yusef Komunyakaa’s “A Voice on an Answering Machine.” (And I’m listening to Sufjan Stevens’s “The Age of Adz” for the one millionth time.) I hope your Sunday is just as peaceful.
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