Invitation to virtual poetry reading with Sonoma County Poet Laureate Elizabeth Herron - Saturday, August 27 at 10:00 AM PST

[Larry Robinson]

You are cordially invited to join us for the second of a monthly series of virtual poetry readings, this one featuring Sonoma County Poet Laureate Elizabeth Herron
Saturday, August 27 from 10:00 to 10:30 AM PST.

There is no charge for this event and no need to pre-register, just click this link:   https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86138765725?pwd=dFRVaEVxR3lkWUsvdGhxd3pOc1dxZz09 <https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86138765725?pwd=dFRVaEVxR3lkWUsvdGhxd3pOc1dxZz09>
and enter the passcode: 591540




After attending the University of Hawaii, Elizabeth earned a Masters in Counseling at San Francisco State University. She studied the origin of aesthetic behavior, and received a PhD in Psychology from the University for Integrative Learning, a fleeting distance-learning program founded by graduates of the Harvard School of Education. She joined the Counseling Center at Sonoma State University and subsequently moved to a faculty position, teaching Creative Writing, Creativity and Contemplative Practice, and Ecological Identity. “Whether facilitating dream groups, studying, teaching, or gathering hawthorn berries and windfall apples, writing has always been my life.” 

Born in Illinois and raised in Hawaii, in the 70s she moved to Sonoma County and in 1991,the year of the Dunsmuir Spill, she settled in the Atascadero Watershed, west of the Laguna de Santa Rosa, and south of the Russian River. After traveling north to bear witness to the aftermath of the spill, she committed a decade of her work to the study of wild trout and salmon and threats to their survival. Watershed work led her ultimately to the climate crisis. Her recent writing includes a forthcoming book of poems centered on climate, as well as two new chapbooks of “poems from the post-post world,” one of these entirely from the voices of women.


LIKE LONGING

At home I am wild
in my privacy
eating avocado with lemon
and olive oil

naked in the garden
digging potatoes
my hands dark
with the damp earth

My skin smells of sun
and dry sweat
spicy
like a summer field flower

I brush my hair
and pale grass seeds fall
I keep all the doors
and windows open

the night invited
Desire is a green fruit
like longing but
not as blue

	- Elizabeth Herron

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