Susan Pizzolato is a poet, editor, and librarian living on the southcoast of Massachusetts.
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MFA program, Brooklyn College, first year
MFA in Creative Writing (poetry), Vermont College
Instructor, composition and literature, Bristol Community College
Creative writing teacher in Wareham, MA public schools,
M.L.I.S. Library Science, University of Rhode Island
Career as a public librarian
Editor: memoir, fiction, poetry
1. Manuscript with working title: As/Is.
2. Manuscript with working title: Patrons, Saints. Includes poems about readers, reading, libraries, the physical book as object, book banning, serving the reading public, and the non-readers too, the powerful and the powerless who may just want to use the restroom.
Chapbook: Give & Take. Ampersand Press (Canada).
Poems in Permafrost, Zeugma, The Writer’s Corner, and other journals.
I am interested in writing reviews of poetry books for publication, so if you’d like to chat about what journals and blogs you like, who you like to read, and how I can help get the word out about your new or newly published book, please contact me.
If you need a beta reader, send me your draft and what your questions are. I’ll turn my comments around quickly.
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I’m a pen-and-pencil person, so write me. I’ll write back.
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Poems
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Who else has said these exact burns, straightforward
that’s how it was and can still chuckle and go on
to slant the next young insult. All the pain in
that smeared lipstick, like period blood
on the back of my work uniform, not my first offense
for turning my unsuspecting age. I’m sure many have been touched, hordes of us, hanging out by the side of the dank town pool,
not swimming today (or ever) we told the male teacher,
letting the cement edge scratch the back of our white thighs,
hidden under a wet towel, big windbreakers flapping,
leaning on the aluminum chaise, watching, fingers playing
piano with the scratchy plastic webbing, plaid empty
beach bag, just diet soda, god forbid eating in public.