A Mini Interview: Part One

Thanks, Thomas White, for asking me to do this mini interview! The full discussion will come out in four parts, every Friday, for a month. Cool idea!

Jennifer L. Knox : part one

Jennifer L. Knox is the author of four books of poems. Her poetry has appeared four times in the Best American Poetry series as well as in The New York Times, The New Yorker, and American Poetry Review.

IBOM essay in the July/Aug APR!

Thank you, The American Poetry Review and Elizabeth Scanlon, for giving the perfect home to my essay on Iowa Bird of Mouth, featuring original art by Polyphony Bruna and Norbert Sarfield.

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And speaking of thank yous: Vaughan Ashlie Fielder, Iowa Arts Council, National Endowment for the Arts, Tyler Harms, Barbara Ching, KHOI Community Radio, Ames Public Library, Akwi Nji, Nicholas Manjoine, Colleen Bradford Krantz, Tracy Bohush, Ronna Lawless, Kathranne Knight, Larassa Kabel, Heidi Wiren Bartlett, Juan Felipe Herrera, David Lehman, Kwame Dawes, Iowa Young Birders, Story County Conservation, State Historical Society of Iowa, Jess Lancial, Erica Place, Jim Pease, Claire Krüesel, Heather Derr Smith, Molly McDonald, Meg Johnson, Nate Logan, Steve Rose, Iowa Raptor Project, Catherine Esposito Prescott, Iowa Youth Writing Project, Ames Tribune, Charity Nebbe and Iowa Public Radio, Cam Roberts, and all the fabulous poets who threw down and soc med IBOMers. That was FUN!

A review of The Pickling Poet on the Best American Poetry blog!

This was so much fun to write, but even funner(er?) to try the amazing pickles, jams and honey from The Pickling Poet! Thank you, Stacey Harwood-Lehman, for thinking of me!

A Peck of Pickles and Poetry [review of "The Pickling Poet" by Jennifer L. Knox]

As a poet and cook, the pickle/poetry connection is obvious to me. A poem preserves a moment. No matter what emotion of that moment (wonder, surprise, grief, love, etc.), in its preserved poem form, we can turn it over in our hands and watch the light pass through it.

Drinking Down The Thin Man

Collin and I won last summer's Ames Library pub crawl. I got to say my favorite line all night: "Pardon me, I don't normally look this way—I've been Christmas shopping." Collin sweated through that acetate smoking jacket. Perhaps something cooler this year..."Lord of the Flies"? All we'll need is a conch shell and tattered British school boy uniforms.


Hear me! Hear me! An Interview on Yale Radio!

Here's a little interview I just did with Brainerd Carey for WYBC Yale Radio! Thank you for having me on, Brainerd!

Jennifer L. Knox

Jennifer L. Knox is the author of four books of poems. Her work has appeared four times in the Best American Poetry series, as well as in The New York Times, The New Yorker, The Washington Post, and American Poetry Review last summer.

2018 Ames Community Arts Council Awards


I'm honored be named the 2018 Bill Pelz Arts Advocacy Award winner by the Ames Community Arts Council. "The award is for that person who generates enthusiasm for Ames arts events by taking every opportunity to promote and encourage participation at any and all levels: as an audience member, as a performer or as a behind-the-scenes volunteer." Thank you, Jim Coppoc, for the nomination and ACAC for spotlighting area arts and artists!

The 2018 ceremony will be Sunday, April 22, 1:30 p.m. at Octagon Center for the Arts. t's free and open to the public. Afterwards, let's go sing some karaoke or something!

"Bill Pelz was one of Ames’ most enthusiastic arts advocates.  During his tenure as Mayor of Ames from 1974-1975, he hosted the first fund raising event for ACTORS to obtain its building on Abraham Drive.  As mayor, Bill created the Ames Community Arts Council.  Today there are six board members and six representatives of member organizations.  Originally this body acted as an advisory group to the city council for funding arts organizations with revenue sharing funds available from the federal government.  Then and now ACAC serves as a coordinating and advocacy organization for the arts in Ames."

Punked Again

Last night, I asked Collin to see his holiday light sketchbook, where he's supposedly been keeping detailed ideas for potential displays all year. I bought some metallic star stickers to mark the designs I approved. It was my idea for him to maintain the sketchbook, and—if I do say so myself—an excellent one. Well, I'm sure you can guess what happened. Every page was blank. Fifth year in a row. So I guess it's back to a strobe light on the lawn and an airhorn hooked up to a motion detector. Like we're friggin' animals.

 I'd like something like this, but with light-up animatronic Yodas, birds and mushrooms instead of the baby Jesus. 

I'd like something like this, but with light-up animatronic Yodas, birds and mushrooms instead of the baby Jesus. 

The Memoir Sees Sunshine

[Gulp] Here's an excerpt from the memoir I've been working on! First time it's ever seen sunlight or felt the caress of strangers' eyes! Thanks again, The Inquisitive Eater and Laura Cronk, for having me.

Poet of the Month: 'Culinary Memoirs of a Non-Chef,' by Jennifer L. Knox

"What are you writing these days?" my old friend asks, not looking up from her 12 dollar taco. We have not seen each other in years, only emailing occasionally to vent. In my case: about work. Sometimes I swear I'm going to have a heart attack, there's so much work to do, but the older I get, the more work I create for myself.

"Woodpecker, er, flicker, er, Bobby" up at Inquisitive Eater

The third installment for my Poet of the Month gig at The Inquisitive Eater from The New School. This one's for you, Big Bobby Bergland! Thanks again for having me, Laura Cronk!

Poet of the Month: 'The Visitors,' by Jennifer L. Knox

Jen, come look at this. What is that? A woodpecker. That thing's huge-like a raccoon! Why's it on the ground? Grubs. What is it with the grubs? * So that bird we saw this morning was really a northern flicker. How'd you find out? I Google-imaged "woodpeckers." Flickers are in the woodpecker family.

A new poem in The Journal


100! after Josef Albers I am trying to convey the big emotions-ecstasy, doom. I am looking at neither the wall nor the red bowl awash with intention, crushed berries, euphoria, that plush stain. It is a meditation. Color shakes itself from the canvas, the canvas from its wooden frame.

I love The Journal, and I'm so happy this poem found in its new issue. It was inspired by this episode of Criminal: A Podcast

Because I am an Inquisitive Eater...

I'm honored to be the Poet of the Month at The Inquisitive EaterThe New School's food mag. The first piece up is a love poem to my get-er-done man. They'll be posting other food/environmental poems, as well as an excerpt from the culinary memoir I've been working on (!) Thanks so much, Laura Cronk, for thinking of me!

Poet of the Month: 'Field Guide Acknowledgements,' by Jennifer L. Knox

Some plants' names just came to me like that! Even in Latin: "Worry Wartius!" You're getting smarter, I assured myself in the hotel pool. I was proud of myself: it's hard to swim and think at the same time. But soon other names stopped sticking to the chalkboard.


 The Red Lady of El Mirón. Died: about 18,700 years ago. Found in her teeth: mushroom spores.

The Red Lady of El Mirón. Died: about 18,700 years ago. Found in her teeth: mushroom spores.

Our weekend at the Mycelium Mysteries Women's Mushroom Retreat was MIND BLOWING. And not because we ate the magic kind. Thank you, Midwest Women's Herbal Conference, for cultivating this incredible network of goddesses, mycophiles, healers, teachers, and learners. 

Below is the list of spices we used. I'll be posting my shitake soup recipes here soon!