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I am a writer/political scientist based in Eagle River, Alaska. I hold a BA degree in English/Creative Writing and a MA in International Relations. Best of both worlds, I write everything from naturalistic poetry to Russia and the former Soviet Republics. Recent publications: Academic Nonfiction: The Syrian Dilemma: Moscow's Motives in the Syrian Uprising (2013). ISBN: 9781304283931 Creative Nonfiction: "The Important Things" - Alaska Women Speak - Winter 2015 issue Fiction: How to Eat a Bagel - 50-word Stories - Sept 15, 2015 The Devil and the White Room - Down in the Dirt - July/August 2016 Poetry: "Sara" - Grassroots - Fall 1999 "Femininity" - Cirque - Summer 2015 "Sitting in the Bathroom" - Yellow Chair Review - July 2015 "A Happy Poem" - Eunoia Review - August 2015 "Willow Rebuilds" "Spectators" "Fire Angels" - Alaska Women Speak- Fall 2015 "Dark Clouds Descend Low" - Three Line Poetry - Issue 33 - Sept 2015 "Da!" - Peeking Cat Poetry - 8th issue - Oct 2015 "Three times my baby's stroller passes by" - Eunoia Review - Oct 2015 "Babushka's Samovar", "If I May Speak", and "High Tea and Fancy Things" - Alaska Women Speak - Winter 2015 Issue "Joanna's Child" - Cirque - Winter Solstice issue 2015. "Away with the Bitterness!" - Peeking Cat Poetry - 9th Issue - Dec 2015 "Away with the Bitterness!" - Alaska Shorts (49 Writers blog) - December 22, 2015 "The Reflex", "The Drop Off", and "Crossed Eyes" - Eskimo Pie - Feb 2016 "The Fragments You Carry", "The Fireweed Dies", and "Crabapples" - 13 Chairs - Spring 2016
by J.L. Smith

Throwback Thursday – Alaska Women Speak

“Willow Rebuilds” was published in Alaska Women Speak‘s Fall Issue 2015.  This poem was written about the aftermath of the Sockeye Fire in Willow, Alaska.

Willow Rebuilds

from the shards of glass, the piles of wood ash,

the remains of once soggy work shirts and jeans, and

a burned out jeep.

Beyond the twisted metal of a former guard rail and

the cardboard signs thanking the Alaska Sockeye firefighters,

the birch and spruce warriors still stand.

Some trunks burn black while others burn auburn,

like a passion that refuses to die or rest defeated.

 

Yet, off in the distance, where the ash grass turns

a brittle yellow then a tall green,

the fireweed rises,

its magenta petals ignite the landscape with life,

encircling the new plywood,

and the owner’s grinding saw,

as the cabin rises again.

#willowalaska #sockeyefire #poetry #alaskawomenspeak #throwbackthursday

 

by J.L. Smith

Peeking Cat Poetry

I am pleased to announce that my poem, “Away with the Bitterness” will be published in Peeking Cat Poetry‘s ninth issue, coming out just in time for Christmas.  Check them out!  Will post more when it debuts!

 

by J.L. Smith

Eskimo Pie

I am pleased to announce that Eskimo Pie has accepted 3 of my old school poems for its February issue!  When I say “old school” I  really mean old school!  Two of these poems were written 17 years ago (in my undergraduate creative writing courses no less!), with the third written about 14 years ago.  These, admittedly, were hard to place and I am glad finally to have found a home for them.  Although I did revise them, I left the gist and the overall blueprint of the original poems intact.  Looking back on them, I see a lot of growth as a poet.

Have you ever revisited an earlier work only to see how far you’ve come in your writing?  Yeah, these poems have done that for me.  I am thankful they have found a home.

I look forward to seeing “The Reflex”, “The Drop Off”, and “Crossed Eyes” in February!

 

by J.L. Smith

Throwback Thusday/Happy Thanksgiving!

This one was published back in August by the Eunoia Review.  Ah, the old creative writing work shop days. 

A happy poem

Posted on August 28, 2015 by

about desertion
and hypocrisy, it was.
Finally, a happy poem, she says,
her eyes crinkled in a smile.

My workshop mates groaned,
although a few of them had
remarked more or less the same.

I had been a poet for less than nine months,
and I had yet to workshop a sentimental piece
about some lost love,
some childhood play place or
some lost pet or friend.
No, I chose to pull them into
my bottomless cauldron of
sales clerks prostituting for commissions,
pretentious people airing their tortured souls
for art, among other things,
but nothing pretty or happy
until now,
or,
at least not as biting as the others she had seen.

When the groaners ask what is so
happy about an affluent man who
after criticizing the local crowd, finds
himself stuck in a dirty
cafe after dark in an unknown town,
she stays by her word,
asks me for a copy to keep,
before folding it into a square
she can keep in her pocket.

by J.L. Smith

Throwback Thursday – Sitting in my bathroom

This poem was published in the Yellow Chair Review’s third issue in July 2015: Sitting in My Bathroom with Nothing Better to do.

This poem was writing while I lived on base in Oklahoma (Tinker AFB).  Actually happen.  Naughty, but cute puppy, indeed.  Enjoy!

Sitting in the Bathroom with Nothing Better to Do

 

The shower water raged
above my apartment but it did
nothing to dampen his voice.
Get out of my way!
His anger seeped into my
bathroom wall, pouring
in from his living room
on the other side.
That’s more money spent!
What have you to say for yourself?
The gentle voice tried to patch
the cracks in his voice, but
still the water wept in.
I tried, I really tried.
Leaving my bath tub ledge,
I hoped the pipes would clear
by the time I returned with the mail
and they did stop.
Later, as the hot water washed over me,
I remembered his nod and
the puppy’s happy tail as both
greeted me outside.
I waved with my letters in hand;
He waved with the soiled rug and
torn newspaper before returning to
his small friend,
I can’t believe you did that.

 

 

 

 

by J.L. Smith

Alaska Women Speak

I am delighted to announce that Alaska Women Speak has accepted three of my poems for their winter “Talking over Coffee and Tea” issue!  Poems are:Babushka’s Samovar, If I May Speak, and High Tea and Fancy Things.

Yay!  I will post more details on publication when I get them!

 

 

 

by J.L. Smith

Lost manuscript found

The things you lose.  How does one lose a 60,000 word manuscript so easily? Even worse yet, how does one forget that they were almost done with said manuscript when it was abandoned.   A mythological story abandoned.  I guess I know what fiction work I will be focusing on now.    #Atlossforwords #foundmanuscript