BIO: Author of five collections of poetry, her award-winning work has appeared in a number of poetry journals and anthologies, including POETRY, The American Scholar, MEASURE, The Ledge, The Atlanta Review, The Cream City Review, Able Muse, Smartish Pace, and Dogwood, among many others. Marilyn taught for many years at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee's Department of English and for the university's Honors College. She continues to lead regular poetry workshops at Lawrence University's Bjorklunden Seminar Center in Door County, Redbird Studios in Bay View, and AllWriters Studio in Waukesha. She has also served as visiting poet at many other venues in Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, Florida, Colorado, Illinois, and elsewhere. She is currently a Contributing Editor for THE WRITER magazine, where her articles on poetic craft appear bi-monthly.

Marilyn was appointed Wisconsin Poet Laureate for 2008–2010 by Governor Jim Doyle, and served as the city of Milwaukee's Poet Laureate for 2004 and 2005. She is available for readings, lectures, and workshop facilitating.

PUBLICATIONS:
Going Wrong (Parallel Press, 2009) - $10.00
The Seven Very Liberal Arts (Aralia Press, 2006) - $20.00
Subject to Change (David Robert Books, 2004) Nominated for 2005 Poets Prize - $16.00
Exit Only: 21 Poems, Anamnesis Press, 2001 - $5.00
Marilyn Taylor's Greatest Hits, 1986-2000 (Pudding House Press, 2001) - $5.00
Shadows Like These (William Caxton, 1994) - $10.00
Troika 1: The Accident of Light (Thorntree Press, 1991) - $5.00

To order, please contact Marilyn directly. Subject to Change is also available at Woodland Pattern Book Center in Milwaukee and Amazon.com.

OTHER POEMS, REVIEWS & PROFILES:

poemtree.com/ Taylor.htm
famouspoetsandpoems.com
smartishpace.com/home/dynamic.html?reviews_lockward_taylor.html
Audio interview on Public Radio available at mlt-poet.com

POEMS
READING THE OBITUARIES

Now the Barbaras have begun to die,
trailing their older sisters to the grave,
the Helens, Margies, Nans—who said goodbye
just days ago, it seems, taking their leave
a step or two behind the hooded girls
who bloomed and withered with the century—
the Dorotheas, Eleanors and Pearls
now swaying on the edge of memory.
Soon, soon, the scythe wll sweep for Jeanne
and Angela, Patricia and Diane—
pause, and return for Karen and Christine
while Susan spends a sleepless night again.
Ah, Debra, how can you be growing old?
Jennifer, Michelle, your hands are cold.

—Marilyn L. Taylor