Tara Mae Mulroy:
"You have worked at your degree for 2 or 3 years, maintained a high level of productivity and stress, been around other writers, talked constantly about writing, taught writing, hammered out a thesis, and now you’re…done."
I never really went through an MFA postpartum. How do I say this? I didn't enjoy my time at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. I never long to relive those years. If I could go back in time, I would tell my younger self: Don't go! But I did go. It wasn't all bad. Did I really just type that? Yes, I did. Here are some positives about my time in Iowa.
I adored (still do) most of my classmates. Sabrina. Cathy. Matthew. Spencer. Joe. Robin. Keith. Shane. Sara. Margaret. Naren.
I did learn some important things about writing poetry. That's something to be thankful for.
I was given two years to read and write.
There were a few handsome men. That's all I'm saying.
I had a lot of good times at the Foxhead, which was the bar the poets claimed. I drank a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon. I don't think I ever played pool, though. What a crime.
Iowa City is an amazing college town. I loved living there. The people were so kind and welcoming. I felt safe as a brown man, as a gay man.
I studied with two of my favorite contemporary poets: Mark Levine and James Galvin.
My first winter! The first day it snowed I sat on my porch and watched as the snow slowly covered everything. It was a magical moment.
Prairie Lights Books.