is the Love Child of Robert Hayden and Federico García Lorca.
About Me

- Eduardo C. Corral
- Eduardo C. Corral is a CantoMundo fellow. He holds degrees from ASU and the Iowa Writers' Workshop. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, jubilat, New England Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, and Post Road. His work has been honored with a "Discovery"/The Nation award and residencies from The MacDowell Colony and Yaddo. He has served as the Olive B. O'Connor Fellow in Creative Writing at Colgate University and as the Philip Roth Resident in Creative Writing at Bucknell University. He's the interview editor for Boxcar Poetry Review. He won the 2011 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
things i want to do/accomplish by 2015
complete and publish a second book of poems
visit europe
learn a third language
become poetry editor for a journal (online or print)
live in nyc for at least six months
read with rita dove
visit europe
learn a third language
become poetry editor for a journal (online or print)
live in nyc for at least six months
read with rita dove
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
does this residency make me look fat?
i'm in new mexico. albuquerque, new mexico.
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i arrived yesterday.
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why am i here? i was lucky enough to get a month-long residency at the national hispanic cultural center.
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i don't know many people in this city. do you live albuquerque? let's have coffee!
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my office walls are bare. need to fix that. smurf poster?
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yesterday i was surrounded by hunks. i noticed a few studs hanging around my gate at the airport. then i noticed another group of hunks. then another group! my first thought: the rapture did come and i'm now in heaven. second thought: does my hair look good? anyway, 20 or so hunks were milling around. they all were dressed in slacks and nice shirts. each one made my heart skip. maybe they're all business men going to a conference: i said to myself. then i overhead one hunk talking to another and found out the truth. they were tripe A baseball players. they played for the skysox. i was in heaven after all! i love baseball players. hell, it's the only reason i watch baseball games.
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i still haven't found a good coffee shop.
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ristas
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i arrived yesterday.
*
why am i here? i was lucky enough to get a month-long residency at the national hispanic cultural center.
*
i don't know many people in this city. do you live albuquerque? let's have coffee!
*
my office walls are bare. need to fix that. smurf poster?
*
yesterday i was surrounded by hunks. i noticed a few studs hanging around my gate at the airport. then i noticed another group of hunks. then another group! my first thought: the rapture did come and i'm now in heaven. second thought: does my hair look good? anyway, 20 or so hunks were milling around. they all were dressed in slacks and nice shirts. each one made my heart skip. maybe they're all business men going to a conference: i said to myself. then i overhead one hunk talking to another and found out the truth. they were tripe A baseball players. they played for the skysox. i was in heaven after all! i love baseball players. hell, it's the only reason i watch baseball games.
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i still haven't found a good coffee shop.
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ristas
Monday, May 23, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
book bits
last night i spent six hours fretting over an adjective in a couplet. six hours, people! in the end: i kept the adjective.
can i tell you something? i'm sweating all the details. indefinite articles, semi-colons, adjectives, commas, verbs...
can i tell you something? i'm thrilled to be doing this kind of crazy work.
i have to july 1st to finalize the collection. too much time for a poet like me.
i think i have the title down. some of my friends love it; some hate it. who cares! i think it works. yes, it does work for the collection.
sometimes i get a little emotional.
i worked on these poems for over eight years. i gave up a lot for these poems. no joke. i gave up: good jobs, lovers and friendships.
i don't know if it was worth it. i can't change the past.
i'm proud of these poems. wow. did i just type that? yes, i did. fuck it.
i keep having dreams in which i'm opening a box of books but i always wake up right before i get to see the cover.
oh the cover! i might freak out the day i finally see it. no joke. i might pass out. i might scream at the top of my lungs: IT'S BEAUTIFUL, IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
basho: avoid adjectives of scale, you will love the world more and desire it less.
sometimes i get a little emotional.
these past few weeks i've cried a lot in my room. don't worry, people, these are happy tears! i just can't believe i'm going to have a book out in the world.
a book. in the world. full of poems. i wrote.
thank you.
can i tell you something? i'm sweating all the details. indefinite articles, semi-colons, adjectives, commas, verbs...
can i tell you something? i'm thrilled to be doing this kind of crazy work.
i have to july 1st to finalize the collection. too much time for a poet like me.
i think i have the title down. some of my friends love it; some hate it. who cares! i think it works. yes, it does work for the collection.
sometimes i get a little emotional.
i worked on these poems for over eight years. i gave up a lot for these poems. no joke. i gave up: good jobs, lovers and friendships.
i don't know if it was worth it. i can't change the past.
i'm proud of these poems. wow. did i just type that? yes, i did. fuck it.
i keep having dreams in which i'm opening a box of books but i always wake up right before i get to see the cover.
oh the cover! i might freak out the day i finally see it. no joke. i might pass out. i might scream at the top of my lungs: IT'S BEAUTIFUL, IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
basho: avoid adjectives of scale, you will love the world more and desire it less.
sometimes i get a little emotional.
these past few weeks i've cried a lot in my room. don't worry, people, these are happy tears! i just can't believe i'm going to have a book out in the world.
a book. in the world. full of poems. i wrote.
thank you.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Ron Slate on Katherine Larson

Katherine Larson’s first book of poems, Radial Symmetry, is an experiment in tracking down experience. It purports to sort out components in order to indicate their relations – but its strange, discomfiting pleasures arise from the frustrating limitations of language either to describe a totality or its pulsing parts.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
bits
i'm at starbucks. where are the cute guys?
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i'm reworking my CV. man, i should've kept track of all my readings and lectures. i've forgotten about half of my previous engagements!
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bought some new shoes yesterday. thrilling news, no?
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i need to finish tweaking my teaching statement.
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wait! a cute cop just walked into starbucks. shaved head, long holster.
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i have my own ISBN. swoon!
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i'm reworking my CV. man, i should've kept track of all my readings and lectures. i've forgotten about half of my previous engagements!
*
bought some new shoes yesterday. thrilling news, no?
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i need to finish tweaking my teaching statement.
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wait! a cute cop just walked into starbucks. shaved head, long holster.
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i have my own ISBN. swoon!
Sunday, May 08, 2011
bits
i've started a new poem! i've had the first line for months, but the other day another line came to me and i knew instantly that a poem was beginning to emerge.
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book update: still no title. i've reordered the first and the third sections. the ms now has 31 poems, which translates into 57 pages.
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saw the thor movie on friday. am i the only gay guy in america who isn't turned on by the lead actor?
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last night i dreamt i was opening a small box. the box was full of books. i woke before i could read the title and the name of the author!
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chickens.
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book update: still no title. i've reordered the first and the third sections. the ms now has 31 poems, which translates into 57 pages.
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saw the thor movie on friday. am i the only gay guy in america who isn't turned on by the lead actor?
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last night i dreamt i was opening a small box. the box was full of books. i woke before i could read the title and the name of the author!
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chickens.
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
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