Matthew James Babcock travels in small circles in Idaho, where he teaches writing and lives with his wife and five children. He has been stranded in Wyoming, lost in Paris, and mixed up in a stolen car chase in England. A Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Award recipient in 2008, and winner of Press 53’s Open Awards, his writing has appeared in PANK, Spoon River Poetry Review, and Terrain, to name a few. His book, Private Fire: The Ecopoetry and Prose of Robert Francis, will be published by the University of Delaware Press in 2010.
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