tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72635694674465898392024-03-18T11:40:57.345-04:00Kate Horowitz: Things Written DownPoetry, essays, and science writing by Kate HorowitzKate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-54281538829534504122022-12-22T12:08:00.002-05:002022-12-22T12:08:23.017-05:00Moving House<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNIcdulg9MxH61Fhewq_iTVodlZGQPAjQ6c2dVlu_jb9n1IfRXLWddihXjWpM-3N5Jhnl3r6-Fnkj4eP87pj3pXgp_yuq9LnyhFshulBH8DcHmIT8J8ZPU1IhUH3exUYuz_RMUJB3aSnXOzLv-JLhKX_Ilmk2ssNhuphtgX56vvojSidqQmp7tKIOeA/s2592/pat-whelen-mdHl33nc0gM-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A luminous smack of purple and magenta jellies against a black background" border="0" data-original-height="1936" data-original-width="2592" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNIcdulg9MxH61Fhewq_iTVodlZGQPAjQ6c2dVlu_jb9n1IfRXLWddihXjWpM-3N5Jhnl3r6-Fnkj4eP87pj3pXgp_yuq9LnyhFshulBH8DcHmIT8J8ZPU1IhUH3exUYuz_RMUJB3aSnXOzLv-JLhKX_Ilmk2ssNhuphtgX56vvojSidqQmp7tKIOeA/w640-h478/pat-whelen-mdHl33nc0gM-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>For anyone who hasn't yet heard, I'm phasing out this website and emails. If you'd like to keep up with my writing and other nonsense, <b><a href="https://katehorowitz.substack.com/"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">you can find my newsletter, <i>small magic</i>, here</span></a></b>. </p><p>This month's issue includes my secret to perfect hot chocolate and part 2 of my interview with science writer/poet/essayist/author Sabrina Imbler, best known to many for being the genius behind the <i>New York Times </i>headline "When an Eel Climbs a Ramp to Eat Squid from a Clamp, That's a Moray." </p><p>(Absolute. Legend.)</p><p>Click the link above to check out the newsletter and sign up for future updates. I hope to see you there.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-53177835869200743962022-10-28T19:44:00.001-04:002022-10-28T19:44:14.841-04:00Two Pink Poems in Doubleback Review<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5sFJBY8ODGwmEgFceleMtfTJiz43sBcwmorhGKynYtE52exvMOTRLNYCN4M9iqx39RVwoIuRjCtIZyv97OEr4bcjEWjHsoxVaIlULXJMfTVWn2Y-1d2WsTgNeJZ7Tcdxa2chXgnS-ldaa5BV5oMJFQv_-6keCiQfOw8biJSH1oHlXRS9UioEzCuNpQ/s6000/pawel-czerwinski-fOXvuWswMDs-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Macro shot of tiny bubbles in pink liquid" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5sFJBY8ODGwmEgFceleMtfTJiz43sBcwmorhGKynYtE52exvMOTRLNYCN4M9iqx39RVwoIuRjCtIZyv97OEr4bcjEWjHsoxVaIlULXJMfTVWn2Y-1d2WsTgNeJZ7Tcdxa2chXgnS-ldaa5BV5oMJFQv_-6keCiQfOw8biJSH1oHlXRS9UioEzCuNpQ/w640-h426/pawel-czerwinski-fOXvuWswMDs-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Pink Light” and “Pink Light (2021)” look like poems about romance, and they are, in a way. But they’re also—and possibly more deeply—about self-love. About valuing your own heart enough to protect it. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Both poems have just been republished in <a href="https://doublebackreview.com/issue-4-2-october-2022/"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Doubleback Review</b></span></a>. </span></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-66284354546944247302022-07-01T10:00:00.001-04:002022-07-01T10:00:00.188-04:00A Shift<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2667" data-original-width="4000" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90Vk3svT-oAd2V45dtEfsCEjv6QjagTJQewbYFMS3ifrz422tY6PfzPA5uMT-9zkaRWqsKw9MWGThcfBeAx_K9ftn_rfU8T0XhxC0UW7H3CSy23sh_1CUzXmx4kSO_-rLrOrWbFQtQBGjGerKMI_Tp8zwyVQnVIZbpnoKfRQxmFB6zS0h1dVyjQENTw/w640-h427/E4HHQRwWUAYFNlM.jpeg" width="640" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;">This week at The Last Word on Nothing: a change in my internal weather. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;">You can read the post <b><a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2022/07/01/all-delight-we-cannot-see-epilogue"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">here</span></a></b>.</span></div>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-33607733248210064462022-06-01T09:00:00.002-04:002022-06-01T09:00:00.195-04:00<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjTIK3lEeIIemcRFR7ubpy6xofej0zwAmlnzcYNuTdwxlhuci2HlpxXV4y5_fSFQfOhPIDssdHv3BrTFMVIYIyrxit4cY0R4KyJ5DWpSmOWEbbequyZc44ztadNxozOdyXC8L18Wq3IoXyiE3elFXx1XrTyERiZG08GXtlWT_puYPvtVySedw4fsdmg/s790/SIZED_mason-field-efLEMOPlPW8-unsplash.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A murky sky over a dark landscape" border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="790" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjTIK3lEeIIemcRFR7ubpy6xofej0zwAmlnzcYNuTdwxlhuci2HlpxXV4y5_fSFQfOhPIDssdHv3BrTFMVIYIyrxit4cY0R4KyJ5DWpSmOWEbbequyZc44ztadNxozOdyXC8L18Wq3IoXyiE3elFXx1XrTyERiZG08GXtlWT_puYPvtVySedw4fsdmg/w640-h426/SIZED_mason-field-efLEMOPlPW8-unsplash.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br />This week at The Last Word on Nothing, I wrote about depression, delight, and cutting myself a break.</p><p>You can read my piece <b><a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/?p=28050"><span style="color: #0b5394;">here</span></a></b>.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-2574605820991764252022-05-08T15:00:00.002-04:002022-05-08T15:00:14.848-04:00<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFz-cEqbbx6_QyDuJkz6ldAXgfBbAi6UbIwgwu3HUTT4SOBTcR4tckdYKesLEziLiFacYtt13_4VJHEA-bn8lLq-wmxzfOaAe2gBVVF7szo_MwObRfFGG3FBvY-ixTYrzKTna9b3YTjlxZUNrzNpIBawmwE2Ku0B_qlHjeaO0i9HeEt4u5QcMvJ8jeA/s3936/justin-w-7a4F2FW32z4-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A falling star streaks across the sky" border="0" data-original-height="2624" data-original-width="3936" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFz-cEqbbx6_QyDuJkz6ldAXgfBbAi6UbIwgwu3HUTT4SOBTcR4tckdYKesLEziLiFacYtt13_4VJHEA-bn8lLq-wmxzfOaAe2gBVVF7szo_MwObRfFGG3FBvY-ixTYrzKTna9b3YTjlxZUNrzNpIBawmwE2Ku0B_qlHjeaO0i9HeEt4u5QcMvJ8jeA/w640-h426/justin-w-7a4F2FW32z4-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How can we make art when we feel exhausted, sad, and overwhelmed? (The short answer: Sometimes we don’t.) I’m back on the <b>Down to Art</b> podcast this week, talking with my friend Kristy Gordon about how we manage our creative, emotional, and physical energy.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span>You can listen anywhere you get your podcasts, or click <a href="https://anchor.fm/kristy-gordon/episodes/Managing-Our-Energy-with-Kate-Horowitz-e1i8a6u"><b><span style="color: #351c75;">here</span></b></a>. </span></p><p></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-77964074168141270362022-04-30T17:17:00.003-04:002022-04-30T17:19:35.465-04:00Me and the ocean, on the radio<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNFwJptgEFgO74JSWM1_1bivZpv4u2MhFTvYEjGO1TMZeUvY5_HKOZvMaqDs3zwln6QGQpQM3ZNo5rvlpXQTV0e556ULzxr8qRKpkTUx0pUXUiEB-MHe4ccJr_g2mlmxJYOl6YFvrcZnphZcWhHes3jjGVaIA02tt23VFa95kEtShPpXhJjNu5UUUkA/s4096/john-towner-FD_sabE544U-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Choppy green waves in the mist" border="0" data-original-height="2731" data-original-width="4096" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNFwJptgEFgO74JSWM1_1bivZpv4u2MhFTvYEjGO1TMZeUvY5_HKOZvMaqDs3zwln6QGQpQM3ZNo5rvlpXQTV0e556ULzxr8qRKpkTUx0pUXUiEB-MHe4ccJr_g2mlmxJYOl6YFvrcZnphZcWhHes3jjGVaIA02tt23VFa95kEtShPpXhJjNu5UUUkA/w640-h426/john-towner-FD_sabE544U-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Here's something wonderful: this weekend I'll be on public radio's <i>Living on Earth</i>, interviewing the ocean. (Yes, <i>the</i> ocean.)</p><p><a href="https://www.loe.org/shows/segments.html?programID=22-P13-00017&segmentID=6"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Listen online</span></b></a> or find your local station and air times <a href="https://www.npr.org/stations/"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">here</span></b></a>. </p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-46057617262884272402022-04-10T15:44:00.001-04:002022-04-10T15:44:00.195-04:00New Work in A Velvet Giant<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUaqRBDa3gxRUnYajcrFMeXLywLgQnTgRjZLExKS2tABis5FZctZyFqHd-YpevxqMSf7Ne7vCrqoz1HYGns0dbvsQtE59P-Al43ZgsKxJd0pUjJuY6y0zls0m-PrA0J14t9nIXXmxZsebfEopY4UsMJytUcrKywgkwRJlUaccpSN7qsFkjSIrETAbWg/s2048/vikram-nair-TVcmspelcqI-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A bat soaring against a deepening violet sky." border="0" data-original-height="1297" data-original-width="2048" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUaqRBDa3gxRUnYajcrFMeXLywLgQnTgRjZLExKS2tABis5FZctZyFqHd-YpevxqMSf7Ne7vCrqoz1HYGns0dbvsQtE59P-Al43ZgsKxJd0pUjJuY6y0zls0m-PrA0J14t9nIXXmxZsebfEopY4UsMJytUcrKywgkwRJlUaccpSN7qsFkjSIrETAbWg/w640-h406/vikram-nair-TVcmspelcqI-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Bat Facts” is one of the cleverest, kookiest, me-est things I’ve ever written, and it’s out now in <i>A Velvet Giant</i>. </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You can read the full piece and/or listen as I read it to you <a href="https://www.avelvetgiant.com/kate-horowitz"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">here</span></b></a>.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-60816379851790700862022-03-30T22:19:00.002-04:002022-03-30T22:19:54.653-04:00Another One<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeZ-huK7qoXwnWg12Wm8qzMuLpD6DAlGNGOC3kW5kqt2tj7YwLaKgG37wx6a_4F3P2HUULGkprF-r-3yW2_6gIsjdjOgmWYkpZZRFwj0-LtBEgElObQxuc1714lc7NLvRm0gmDqEhK9SCMwna24OZXC5lic0pCyCRuVE-Vn7lLQMvAKIVguuzCOowjQ/s6000/sonia-nadales-uVabjkBv1O4-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Luminous blue feathers" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeZ-huK7qoXwnWg12Wm8qzMuLpD6DAlGNGOC3kW5kqt2tj7YwLaKgG37wx6a_4F3P2HUULGkprF-r-3yW2_6gIsjdjOgmWYkpZZRFwj0-LtBEgElObQxuc1714lc7NLvRm0gmDqEhK9SCMwna24OZXC5lic0pCyCRuVE-Vn7lLQMvAKIVguuzCOowjQ/w640-h426/sonia-nadales-uVabjkBv1O4-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>One of my older birds-and-heartbreak poems is up now at The Last Word on Nothing. </p><p>You can read it <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2022/03/28/scienceish-poem-right-then/"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">here</span></b></a>.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-8682872266410952732022-03-18T09:30:00.013-04:002022-03-18T09:30:00.192-04:00One New Poem in SPROUT<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKMRBiqjBZU_VXqCNYj1GRs8oucd2fX6DtK5OztKwXgyIuNzY23WMRH_gX3P9MRdF80XYRgl8XC3BhXv8S9AP-wtypMq557gdmx7qpRBc-e8NAdfl0BaDLf17R2h2Asfo6EpwFU9Z1U2aLUcoaf87hV4vrCkGcC_AI6ULGQ4uQk4Sz5gIwp_x6zDBPmQ=s790" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="The sky and a crescent moon glimpsed upward through a pine forest" border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="790" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKMRBiqjBZU_VXqCNYj1GRs8oucd2fX6DtK5OztKwXgyIuNzY23WMRH_gX3P9MRdF80XYRgl8XC3BhXv8S9AP-wtypMq557gdmx7qpRBc-e8NAdfl0BaDLf17R2h2Asfo6EpwFU9Z1U2aLUcoaf87hV4vrCkGcC_AI6ULGQ4uQk4Sz5gIwp_x6zDBPmQ=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table>I am so pleased to share that my birds-and-trauma poem "Window: White Pine" is out now in Issue 2: Edge of <i>SPROUT</i>, a self-described eco-urban poetry journal. This poem was previously featured in Scottish artist Clare Archibald's 2021 forest installation <a href="https://www.lonewomeninflashesofwilderness.com/about"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">"Lone Women in Flashes of Wilderness."</span></a></p><p>You can read the poem <a href="https://sproutpoetryjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/Issue-2.pdf"><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">here</span></b></a>.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comPortland, ME, USA43.6590993 -70.256818915.348865463821156 -105.4130689 71.969333136178847 -35.1005689tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-84728997989673934582022-03-13T11:18:00.007-04:002022-03-13T11:18:58.304-04:00The Vampire Returns<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgd_-ZN9DniOOR37P-bsw8pxExpwhuevXhuIFDwo4Rq6k79eWQiuYvNq24_yzT9qZRyy2kP0yl1CtwoClHtCqgEieJfMvhAqW-BhAzF5RR6oLKYvliWskGW7OMYJzMKdU6Q3V-dLy0Ny8fD3nYMvHsKYLt4qtaY-azdiLbasI9cl3OxTRP6uJGWrCIcQA=s790" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A black book with a skull, vines, and the words "DEAD OF WINTER II: Milk and Cake Press" on the cover" border="0" data-original-height="790" data-original-width="790" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgd_-ZN9DniOOR37P-bsw8pxExpwhuevXhuIFDwo4Rq6k79eWQiuYvNq24_yzT9qZRyy2kP0yl1CtwoClHtCqgEieJfMvhAqW-BhAzF5RR6oLKYvliWskGW7OMYJzMKdU6Q3V-dLy0Ny8fD3nYMvHsKYLt4qtaY-azdiLbasI9cl3OxTRP6uJGWrCIcQA=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table>My disabled vampire poem—probably one of my favorite poems I've ever written—is out now in the beautiful, broody <i>DEAD OF WINTER II </i>anthology from Milk and Cake Press. Get your copy <a href="https://milkandcakepress.com/product/dead-of-winter-ii-an-anthology/"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>here</b></span></a>. </p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-82168721625094596392022-02-27T10:53:00.001-05:002022-02-27T10:53:11.790-05:00One Poem at LWON<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCYhnVb8z3Fqd_tOz3SPmUExHRBPSRHAYNGGQPZ8Izz3vGvntefvqvMZdj8R17pG6_oXTuSJsye0rO_l1anpNM6zScp9YK7mLJup87JNB7d7GBHrcnczSxbkgSu-HNKqHSS_nfcCze41qy85BNW0ey2bgMZLlKE_SJk6xJVimn08buXbYDJVZo9TSB8w=s2381" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Sparks and flame against the darkness" border="0" data-original-height="2381" data-original-width="2223" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCYhnVb8z3Fqd_tOz3SPmUExHRBPSRHAYNGGQPZ8Izz3vGvntefvqvMZdj8R17pG6_oXTuSJsye0rO_l1anpNM6zScp9YK7mLJup87JNB7d7GBHrcnczSxbkgSu-HNKqHSS_nfcCze41qy85BNW0ey2bgMZLlKE_SJk6xJVimn08buXbYDJVZo9TSB8w=w598-h640" width="598" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>My poem "Wildfire, Hundred Acre Wood" is up today at The Last Word on Nothing. You can read it <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2022/02/25/science-poem-wildfire-hundred-acre-wood/"><b><span style="color: #e69138;">here</span></b></a>. </p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-63455504846517250062022-02-12T18:54:00.002-05:002022-02-12T18:54:22.697-05:00A Dreamy Book Review<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMAOdQKa4IHR5FtORee1zDf8ETV9NOavj_ZFzhP2FT4HuOt7PVCjw7QuZFI6h393_VJ86fyx-mA0N87L_9SaQVt4HfIrR424WzfVxKjo5Je02w41miJj6F2QXKXL2RTTmZeIcaTl1AIRAZyu0LRHtgYswgS9_lYWIlXpTbRw1le0WtQHB4dxqLTkuWqA=s12247" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A flock or birds crossing enormous pink clouds against a faded blue sky" border="0" data-original-height="8165" data-original-width="12247" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMAOdQKa4IHR5FtORee1zDf8ETV9NOavj_ZFzhP2FT4HuOt7PVCjw7QuZFI6h393_VJ86fyx-mA0N87L_9SaQVt4HfIrR424WzfVxKjo5Je02w41miJj6F2QXKXL2RTTmZeIcaTl1AIRAZyu0LRHtgYswgS9_lYWIlXpTbRw1le0WtQHB4dxqLTkuWqA=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>This month in <i>Luna Luna </i>magazine, I reviewed Hannah Emerson's first full-length poetry collection and talked to editor Chris Martin about an exciting new series of books by neurodivergent and disabled poets. You can read my review <b><a href="http://www.lunalunamagazine.com/blog/a-review-of-hannah-emersons-the-kissing-of-kissing-poems"><span style="color: #a64d79;">here</span></a></b>.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-25911661579706316172022-01-29T17:20:00.006-05:002022-01-29T17:20:57.903-05:00A Carrie Fisher Poem<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDH8LrFz-tcnYcgdoxD8PujoICL0_9f09uN18oSN_vLq-VFQaP6IpRVFFRhEsv7Qk5g6tmc1u7a9TNz_MswxI1BG5eSuXXFl8iJnCRjrXDBZk-w0IPreaygWLaVTJ-sGcL7snEWUH8pcw_BWdIzQeDbE1eVvaHBZbju7_XoH7eY8YBgW6QieSidpc9sw=s6016" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Clouds against a starry sky" border="0" data-original-height="4016" data-original-width="6016" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDH8LrFz-tcnYcgdoxD8PujoICL0_9f09uN18oSN_vLq-VFQaP6IpRVFFRhEsv7Qk5g6tmc1u7a9TNz_MswxI1BG5eSuXXFl8iJnCRjrXDBZk-w0IPreaygWLaVTJ-sGcL7snEWUH8pcw_BWdIzQeDbE1eVvaHBZbju7_XoH7eY8YBgW6QieSidpc9sw=w640-h428" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>I am so, so, so pleased to share that my poem "i tell the ghost of carrie fisher the world is ending" is out today in <i>Qu. </i>You can read it <a href="http://www.qulitmag.com/i-tell-the-ghost-of-carrie-fisher-the-world-is-ending/"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>here</b></span></a>, or click <a href="http://www.qulitmag.com/product/issue-15/"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>here</b></span></a> to buy a paperback copy.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-43102390896703982052022-01-26T16:00:00.002-05:002022-01-26T16:00:00.188-05:00One New Interview<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpNjUWP2bIy1i8ylzSW8K32PWAI6bFC0_mYuTdY7j_g-wOYhKHuwaLgHrf2CnxKAO3BKvhOZUucaYt-OHQHpZPzkpFFOFOKY_WA5qaYmgfGz0Bxl-nyitNLujhg9L8myhtmldSciIyI0c8vpPj7fG0EqTUvf-vyR6vj-zONN4nAy0iDYAxOKQl9398yQ=s790" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A closeup of the ocean, a small wave splashing into a little curl" border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="790" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpNjUWP2bIy1i8ylzSW8K32PWAI6bFC0_mYuTdY7j_g-wOYhKHuwaLgHrf2CnxKAO3BKvhOZUucaYt-OHQHpZPzkpFFOFOKY_WA5qaYmgfGz0Bxl-nyitNLujhg9L8myhtmldSciIyI0c8vpPj7fG0EqTUvf-vyR6vj-zONN4nAy0iDYAxOKQl9398yQ=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>I interviewed the ocean. It...did not go the way I expected.</p><p>You can read our conversation today at <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/?p=26798"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>The Last Word on Nothing</b></span></a>.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-90763445422681752322022-01-10T13:50:00.009-05:002022-03-13T11:19:52.661-04:00One Salty New Death Poem<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP2liAiK7wx9UAsPgBod0SS7SiETC7CgmiABTWqZt-D_Ht-p2B2ZX0XWWkn4HHyrbunZpxm2xIGJFivOLY_J9H4zVl4-OuEg6Ub0tTpOhbO34YqseKXQsuZ9UoN6VQCgqn9E_6Mr3nZl8WVRblWzBjEy7bBIyU8Tx0A-RjHAXm6XwMDYsY1TOjO9CjFw=s4928" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Light shimmying through moving water" border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP2liAiK7wx9UAsPgBod0SS7SiETC7CgmiABTWqZt-D_Ht-p2B2ZX0XWWkn4HHyrbunZpxm2xIGJFivOLY_J9H4zVl4-OuEg6Ub0tTpOhbO34YqseKXQsuZ9UoN6VQCgqn9E_6Mr3nZl8WVRblWzBjEy7bBIyU8Tx0A-RjHAXm6XwMDYsY1TOjO9CjFw=w640-h424" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;">2019: I read <a href="https://newrepublic.com/article/148997/fight-right-cremated-water-rise-alkaline-hydrolysis-america"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">a surreal article</span></b></a> about a new eco-friendly method of human body disposal. For reasons I still don’t understand, I immediately wonder what poet/witch/oracle <a href="https://twitter.com/tristanreveur"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Brent Reichenberger</b></span></a> would make of it. I start taking notes.</span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br />2022: My poem “Aquamation (for and after Brent Reichenberger)” is out in <i>Hecate</i> magazine's body-horror collection <i>FRANKENZINE</i>.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> You can read it <a href="https://hecate-magazine.com/zines/frankenzine"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>here</b></span></a>.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">p.s. Sorry Brent</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-8256480993011533232021-12-23T20:13:00.004-05:002021-12-23T20:14:32.780-05:00Another Kitchen Fire, Or The Same One, Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI3G_mqCXkhYR_zxI0eXXp4Q0A0RgeDcDuSl1GHb65FNiHkIpbkvrevapT-UKNRpQV6jw5u1MMJDSLwOsiCoQMghUhIxQKhX4pXiu8aVL9b2NLI5MWo3XpOy5Ya_VzWMHbM6jSsUn3uwOWWoZJjlu3u9mcM4wOk_jR0LVQlq8CbvOTxT5_8IER-2xjGg=s1440" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Photograph of a book titled THE GREAT WORLD OF DAYS" border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI3G_mqCXkhYR_zxI0eXXp4Q0A0RgeDcDuSl1GHb65FNiHkIpbkvrevapT-UKNRpQV6jw5u1MMJDSLwOsiCoQMghUhIxQKhX4pXiu8aVL9b2NLI5MWo3XpOy5Ya_VzWMHbM6jSsUn3uwOWWoZJjlu3u9mcM4wOk_jR0LVQlq8CbvOTxT5_8IER-2xjGg=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Just in time for the holidays, my Christmas/fire poem is out in Day Eight's beautiful anthology <i>THE GREAT WORLD OF DAYS</i>. (I have a bad habit of starting fires on holidays—probably because that's when I'm most likely to be in the kitchen.)</p><p>Read the poem <a href="https://bourgeononline.com/2016/08/kitchen-fire-by-kate-horowitz/"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">here</span></b></a>, and get your copy of T<i>HE GREAT WORLD OF DAYS</i> <a href="https://day-eight-books.myshopify.com/products/the-great-world-of-days"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">here</span></b></a>.</p><p><br /></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-74525243113746259612021-12-10T10:00:00.001-05:002021-12-10T10:00:00.196-05:00The Squid Returns<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicq7SfenIfh5p-wjCnSDUHij2MVwJUjI9qLehrbcvLQTkvb4IQ1xKe1h2dXYAUWR-vn1pwRb61pJvZdF0YYvdzH8oopWbJKotbxfEpDq-I1QcYex3QWpqik-VIOcKPkeTc8_YBk4vZscxpo7eU87F4Qn1z6SUIoMDP5KIqWW9rcC8dCV9-bzNSfPbvtA=s765" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Triptych painting of sparkling blue firefly squid" border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="765" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicq7SfenIfh5p-wjCnSDUHij2MVwJUjI9qLehrbcvLQTkvb4IQ1xKe1h2dXYAUWR-vn1pwRb61pJvZdF0YYvdzH8oopWbJKotbxfEpDq-I1QcYex3QWpqik-VIOcKPkeTc8_YBk4vZscxpo7eU87F4Qn1z6SUIoMDP5KIqWW9rcC8dCV9-bzNSfPbvtA=s600" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">painting by Katie Schuler</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br />My old squid poem "Watasenia Scintillans Addresses the New Graduates" is up today at The Last Word on Nothing. Don't miss the audio, with wonderful music and sound design by Grant Balfour. You can read and listen <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2021/12/10/science-poem-watasenia-scintillans-addresses-the-new-graduates/"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">here</span></b></a>. <br /><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-31710689709041646022021-12-08T13:03:00.002-05:002021-12-08T13:03:51.925-05:00A podcast appearance<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLCaXYH1cpBsi8_mc486AL5_71sRR-SljisNxCic8cyWvgjy5LVsH5q4i0IOOSPiCJHvjHL25b9YNMgUemQ89zIzn5T_QPwvRnnZDTpWkg2QL3-L-n8yojVtOktlFE_pYycHoScZnvVVzUt-O1rqYqpzb79jrefWcLEMrPBF0IxCqCyxYDcxoP7S1Zxg=s1920" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A swirl of pearlescent color" border="0" data-original-height="1358" data-original-width="1920" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLCaXYH1cpBsi8_mc486AL5_71sRR-SljisNxCic8cyWvgjy5LVsH5q4i0IOOSPiCJHvjHL25b9YNMgUemQ89zIzn5T_QPwvRnnZDTpWkg2QL3-L-n8yojVtOktlFE_pYycHoScZnvVVzUt-O1rqYqpzb79jrefWcLEMrPBF0IxCqCyxYDcxoP7S1Zxg=w640-h452" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>I'm on the very first episode of the <b>Down to Art</b> podcast, talking with my friend Kristy Gordon about the creative process, making room for the muse, and my new solution for self-loathing. You can listen <a href="https://anchor.fm/kristy-gordon/episodes/The-Creative-Process-with-Kate-Horowitz-e1ba68m"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>here</b></span></a>. </p><p><br /></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-13526975908636782812021-11-24T10:00:00.002-05:002021-11-24T10:00:00.195-05:00Another New-Old Poem at LWON<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZysz2F1BnE/YZkamUdCsyI/AAAAAAAAE2M/rbeCGwbWBbUQYITcxr81XjLM-BP-6fkkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s790/smallest_keith-luke-dKe9GgzS8Ek-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A shiny speckled seal bobbing in the water" border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="790" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZysz2F1BnE/YZkamUdCsyI/AAAAAAAAE2M/rbeCGwbWBbUQYITcxr81XjLM-BP-6fkkwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/smallest_keith-luke-dKe9GgzS8Ek-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">via unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Haibun is one of my favorite ways to tell a story. The dense, vivid sensory details, the immersion in environment, the care paid to fine detail, & then that surprise & deepening at the end—so good. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">My haibun “Parking Lot, Deception Pass,” originally published in <i>Moonchild Magazine</i>, is up today at The Last Word On Nothing. You can read it <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2021/11/24/poem-parking-lot-deception-pass/"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">here</span></b></a>. </p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-25006202816685354762021-10-22T09:37:00.000-04:002021-10-22T09:37:14.642-04:00A New-Old Poem at LWON<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-it5nFe2q9uY/YWXXY3TOQxI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/aY1EG_H8VmsqNWqd-aCDwXBIP2PGqr3MwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/cristian-palmer-3leBubkp5hk-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A twinkling confetti of little bubbles at the surface of the sea." border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-it5nFe2q9uY/YWXXY3TOQxI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/aY1EG_H8VmsqNWqd-aCDwXBIP2PGqr3MwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/cristian-palmer-3leBubkp5hk-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cristian Palmer on Unsplash<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>A new version of my old poem "The Death of the Lobster" is up today at The Last Word on Nothing. </p><p>You can read it <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/?p=26205"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">here</span></b></a>. </p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-23842865246329840502021-10-04T10:00:00.002-04:002021-10-06T13:44:00.167-04:00One New Poem at LWON<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AM45Ne7MF-4/YVjm3piAPhI/AAAAAAAAEyg/abmsaAcpr7w-4f_Ujn1hLV8ZcRHt8rW0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/wes-hicks-4PWqHpxhvQM-unsplash.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Extremely blurry photograph of green trees in daylight" border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AM45Ne7MF-4/YVjm3piAPhI/AAAAAAAAEyg/abmsaAcpr7w-4f_Ujn1hLV8ZcRHt8rW0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/wes-hicks-4PWqHpxhvQM-unsplash.jpg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wes Hicks on Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>An exciting announcement: I am now a contributor to the group science writing blog The Last Word on Nothing. If you are a science writer, you know why this is a big deal. If you aren't: trust me. It is. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be sharing my science poems, essays, and other work over there every few weeks. My first post—a new-old poem about birds and evolution and learning hard lessons—is <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2021/10/04/science-poem-darwins-finches/" target=""><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>here</b></span></a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>You can sign up for weekly blog updates <a href="https://www.lastwordonnothing.com/about-us/"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>here</b></span></a> and follow LWON on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheLastWordonNothing/"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/TheLWON" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Twitter</b></span></a>. (It's always a good read; I recommend it.)</div>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-30361801178629610122021-10-01T14:56:00.001-04:002021-10-01T14:56:30.122-04:00Meet Me in the Woods<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M5Sl0OYoWs/YVdYKLThXHI/AAAAAAAAEyI/bZ5W1VSTVowNzwblM3JwWrajijJlfpsyACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/david-hurley-CnYK-pMdxag-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Photograph of misty blue woods" border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M5Sl0OYoWs/YVdYKLThXHI/AAAAAAAAEyI/bZ5W1VSTVowNzwblM3JwWrajijJlfpsyACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/david-hurley-CnYK-pMdxag-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Hurley on Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>A very cool thing: this past weekend, my work and voice were part of an installation called "If trees were lone women what would they sound like" in the Dark Skies Park in Galloway Forest in Scotland. To learn more about the project, click <b><a href="https://www.lonewomeninflashesofwilderness.com/about" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">here</span></a></b>. You can watch and listen to moments of the installation on <a href="https://twitter.com/wildernessflash" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">the project's Twitter page</span></b></a>.</p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-12872035193834011412021-09-09T20:36:00.006-04:002021-09-09T20:40:01.225-04:00One New Poem<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKtsy-AW33s/YTqnIxpUfwI/AAAAAAAAEw0/1AUUwGHw4n4ku383iuJKDB51dYtCoXQJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Screen%2BShot%2B2021-09-09%2Bat%2B8.28.42%2BPM.png" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Pink clouds" border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKtsy-AW33s/YTqnIxpUfwI/AAAAAAAAEw0/1AUUwGHw4n4ku383iuJKDB51dYtCoXQJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/Screen%2BShot%2B2021-09-09%2Bat%2B8.28.42%2BPM.png" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">eberhard grossgasteiger on Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My therapist's armchair creaks. <i>Tell me: what is it</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>about hope that feels so challenging?</i></div></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">My poem "Pink Light (2021)" is out now in <i><a href="https://www.moonchildmag.net/moonlogs/poetry-by-kate-horowitz" target="_blank"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>Moonchild Magazine</b></span></a>. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This publication is special to me for a few reasons. First, it's a sequel, and its predecessor also <a href="https://www.moonchildmag.net/katehorowitz2.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>appeared in </b></span></a><i><a href="https://www.moonchildmag.net/katehorowitz2.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>Moonchild</b></span></a>, </i>in 2019; and secondly, it comes with an extra-special audio version. I recommend listening with headphones and the volume up for the most immersive experience.</div>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-19906200989375958362021-04-02T22:31:00.006-04:002021-04-02T22:32:21.073-04:00One Serious Poem and Two Goofy Appearances<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYYNDmPaFZo/YGfR9l1jnXI/AAAAAAAAEiM/epAYPktY3hkjBsoy8dWJrwOhwhG7Vfs3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/tristan-gassert-1aCBr97peCU-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Photo from behind of a person with long hair holding an umbrella under a tree" border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYYNDmPaFZo/YGfR9l1jnXI/AAAAAAAAEiM/epAYPktY3hkjBsoy8dWJrwOhwhG7Vfs3ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/tristan-gassert-1aCBr97peCU-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://unsplash.com/@tristangassert?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Tristan Gassert</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/umbrella-woman?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>My latest monster poem is out now in <a href="http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/khorowitz-2" style="color: #3d85c6; font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Rogue Agent</span></i></a>.<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-weight: bold;"> </span></p><p>And: somehow I got roped into this <i>Ever Given</i> moment. You can find me being very brave <b><a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2021/mar/29/big-ship-phobia-suez-canal-ever-given"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">here</span></a></b> and <b><a href="https://nypost.com/2021/03/29/suez-boat-saga-triggers-people-with-naviphobia/"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">here</span></a></b>. </p><p><br /></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263569467446589839.post-1689024610705467892020-11-17T15:46:00.005-05:002020-11-17T15:50:24.435-05:00Recent Features<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68XwELflGew/X7Q0fpazvWI/AAAAAAAAEXs/XULbVWO5jWUsLs5zfOD_6VshrGQWUcR5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/gabriel-DKQAmbgFy34-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Night; autumn leaves; crescent moon" border="0" data-original-height="1356" data-original-width="2048" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68XwELflGew/X7Q0fpazvWI/AAAAAAAAEXs/XULbVWO5jWUsLs5zfOD_6VshrGQWUcR5wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/gabriel-DKQAmbgFy34-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Gabriel on Unsplash</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>Here are a few more places I've turned up this year:</p><p>The Open Notebook, <a href="https://www.theopennotebook.com/2020/11/17/cross-pollination-what-happens-when-science-journalists-pursue-the-creative-arts/"><b><span style="color: #e69138;">Cross-Pollination: What Happens When Science Journalists Pursue the Creative Arts</span></b></a></p><p>DC Science Writers Association, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQwbUCEQqjQ&feature=youtu.be"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">In Conversation About Inclusive Writing</span></b></a></p><p>The Open Notebook, <a href="https://www.theopennotebook.com/2020/01/21/gut-check-working-with-a-sensitivity-reader/"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Gut Check: Working with a Sensitivity Reader</span></b></a></p><p><br /></p>Kate Horowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278307167327391012noreply@blogger.com