Stacy Boe Miller, the current poet laureate of Moscow, Idaho, is a poet, essayist, and editor originally from a small town in the northeast corner of Wyoming. She holds a BA in English from the University of Minnesota, a BA in Secondary Education from the University of Idaho, and a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from the University of Idaho. Her poetry and creative non-fiction essays can be found in Terrain (Terrain.org), Copper Nickel, Mid-American Review, Frontier Poetry, and elsewhere. Several times a year she teaches poetry workshops to students from 4th-8th grade. She serves on the board of High Desert Journal.
Poet Laureate Poem Prompts
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It was the Summer of Hard Tomatoes
sucking into themselves like I shied
inward when asked, How
is your father? like my father’s shoulders
collapsed toward his ribs.
I rubbed them softly
while mom magneted
Do Not Resuscitate
to the fridge. I learned
to sleep everywhere—plastic
chairs, a bench at the end
of his hospital bed,
even with the fourth of July
outside, helicopters daily
landing on the roof. I pulled
food into myself with a new
desperation—dark pudding with skin
on top, papery rice noodles,
fresh cherries until
I was sick. In the last days,
his mind went back
to work. He worried about the concrete
truck waiting, asked my mom to feed
his crew, fell asleep exhausted from
cleaning out the shop. I watched
his hands move in his sleep, his lips
fretting measurements. It’s OK, my mother said,
just let your father work.
This poem was first published in the Bellingham Review, June 2022, and is reprinted with permission of the author.
About Poet Laureate Sandra Alcosser

Sandra Alcosser has published seven books of poetry, including A Fish to Feed All Hunger and Except by Nature, which have been selected for the National Poetry Series, the Academy of American Poets James Laughlin Award, the Larry Levis Award, the Associated Writing Programs Award in Poetry, and the William Stafford PNBA Award. She is the National Endowment for the Arts’ first Conservation Poet for the Wildlife Conservation Society and Poets House, New York, as well as Montana’s first poet laureate and recipient of the Merriam Award for Distinguished Contribution to Montana Literature. She founded and directs the MFA program at San Diego State University, and has been a writer-in-residence at National University of Ireland, University of Michigan, University of Montana, Glacier National Park, and Central Park, New York. She received two individual artist fellowships from the NEA, and her poems have appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, The Paris Review, Poetry, and The Pushcart Prize Anthology.
From Pacific University MFA Faculty Biographies (https://www.pacificu.edu/about/directory/people/sandra-alcosser-visiting-faculty)
Sweat
Friday night I entered a dark corridor
rode to the upper floors with men who filled
the stainless elevator with their smell.
Did you ever make a crystal garden, pour salt
into water, keep pouring until nothing more dissolved?
a landscape will bloom in that saturation
My daddy’s body shop floats to the surface
like a submarine. Men with nibblers and tin snips
buffing skins, sanding curves under clamp lights.
I grew up curled in the window of a 300 SL
Gullwing, while men glided on their backs
through oily rainbows below me.
They torqued lugnuts, flipped fag ends
into gravel. Our torch cong
had one refrain–oh the pain of loving you.
Friday nights they’d line the shop sink, naked
to the waist, scour down with Ajax, spray water
across their necks and up into their armpits.
Babies have been conceived on sweat alone–
the buttery scent of a woman’s breast,
the cumin of a man. From the briny odor
of black lunch boxes–cold cuts, pickles,
waxed paper–my girl flesh grows.
From the raunchy fume of strangers.
From Excerpt By Nature published by Graywolf Press, 1998. Copyright ©1998 by Sandra Alcosser. All rights reserved. Reprinted with permission of The Permissions Company, LLC, on behalf of Graywolf Press, Minneapolis, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.
About Poet Laureate Tom Sexton

Tom Sexton was born in Lowell, Massachusetts, and lived in the city through his high school years. He earned degrees at Northern Essex Community College and now-Salem State University, and then pursued graduate studies at the University of Alaska, where he stayed and founded the creative writing program at the Anchorage campus. He taught there for decades and co-founded the highly respected Alaska Quarterly Review.
The author of many volumes of poetry, his most recent collections are Li Bai Rides a Dolphin Home (2018), A Ladder of Cranes (2015), and For the Sake of the Light: New and Selected Poems (2009), all from the University of Alaska Press. His Lowell books are A Clock with No Hands and Bridge Street at Dusk. Among his honors are being appointed Poet Laureate of Alaska (1995-2000) and being named a Distinguished Alumnus of Lowell High School. Tom and his wife Sharyn have lived in Alaska since 1970. Recently, they have lived part-time on the coast of Maine.
(This short bio is from Loom Press )
On the Death of Seamus Heaney
He is crossing those four green fields now.
On the horizon, blossoms falling like snow.
A chorus calls his name. He does not break stride
toward a small house. He can hear his mother’s sigh
Now he eyes his father holding a tall ladder
and at the top of the ladder stands his brother
skimming the gable, shaping the letters S.H.
in wet plaster. It covers his hands and knees
as blood did on the day he died. They turn
to go inside where his mother is churning butter.
From Tom Sexton’s collection, A Ladder of Cranes, ©2015. Reprinted with permission from University of Alaska Press.