Seth Thill, Poet

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A Fond Farewell (For Now), or The End (So Far), or Apologies to Mr. Cooper

A Fond Farewell (For Now), or The End (So Far), or Apologies to Mr. Cooper

School is no longer out for the summer–it could never be done for forever. Which is probably a good thing, I suppose. It is funny, Summer has always been my favorite season. Well, maybe that's not all that funny in and of itself. What I mean is, Summer was

A Book Is Born, or, an Ode to Broken Trees, or, Cover, Recover

A Book Is Born, or, an Ode to Broken Trees, or, Cover, Recover

Howdy, everyone! Happy Monday, and welcome to the last week of my tenure as Hartman Reserve's Visiting Artist. I know! Over so soon! But anyway, since it is my last week, y'all will be getting a bonus newsletter following my last official day as VA. So I am going to

Printmaking materials mostly obscured by black, white, and gray digital fuzz

We’re Having a Party, or, A Sneak Peek

Happy Tuesday, everybody! Apologies for coming a bit late this week, but I have been laboring away getting my chapbook, Cover, Recover totally completed before this week's book launch. And folks, it is done! It was a long process with lots of paper cuts, arguments with my block printing ink,

A picture of a field of leaves and purple and gold wildflowers taken from a low perspective

Books and Words and Talking, or, What I'm Up To

The last couple weeks have been wild, folks. Stuff is really starting to come together re: the chapbook, events, and other stuff. So today, I just want to catch up. Real casual. Kick back and relax, we are Chillin'. With the patient and generous tech help of my wonderful partner,

Revision Part 2, or Pesky Tourniquets

Revision Part 2, or Pesky Tourniquets

Hello, folks! I feel like I start every post with "Hello, folks!" but I don't know what else to say and that gets right to the point. Feel free to pitch me new newsletter openings at whatsyourdew@pepsi.com. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Ah. Oh well. Anyway (a classic

A Good Weekend, or, Avoiding the Proverbial Poetry Noid

A Good Weekend, or, Avoiding the Proverbial Poetry Noid

What's going on, folks? I hope everyone is enjoying the start of their week. I hope you have all had the chance to read at least one Heathcliff comic today, and have successfully avoided the Noid. Anyway, I want to first of all thank everyone who came to the Nature

What to expect when you're expecting (a poetry workshop) part 2

What to expect when you're expecting (a poetry workshop) part 2

Welcome back, all, to my two part blog series on my upcoming Nature Poetry and Printmaking workshop coming up on Sunday, August 28th from 9 to 11:30 AM at Hartman Reserve (register here!). Okay, now that I've gotten my little sales pitch out of the way (seriously though, come

What to Expect When You’re Expecting (A Poetry Workshop)

What to Expect When You’re Expecting (A Poetry Workshop)

Howdy, there, y'all. After seeing some wild horses out in Washington last week, I have decided to rebrand as a cowboy. I have gone the yee-haw way. (Just kidding. Unless... no.) Anyway, I am back in Iowa, feeling refreshed and ready to resume poem-ing. And more importantly, preparing to help

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, or, Where in the World Is Sethill?, or, a Few Quick Announcements

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, or, Where in the World Is Sethill?, or, a Few Quick Announcements

Hi, folks. Happy Thursday (not Monday???) from Portland, Oregon (not Iowa???). Yes, the rumors from the 2nd sentence of this newsletter are true. I am in Portland, which is not in Iowa, on vacation. Hence the missing Monday post this week. Because I am away on vacation, I am going

More Than Words (1991), or, Some Pictures Too

More Than Words (1991), or, Some Pictures Too

Hi, everybody! I hope you all got to do something fun this weekend–watched your favorite movie or played catch with some friends or went antiquing bought a very nice monkey's paw. My weekend was covered in ink. As you maybe already know, I am not only writing poetry this

A Poem About Baseball, or, A Poem About Something Else Entirely

A Poem About Baseball, or, A Poem About Something Else Entirely

Hello, folks. I hope your Monday has been fantastic, or at least good, or at least managable. You're trying your best. Today, I want to talk about baseball. Kinda. Baseball is the metaphor. Except that isn't quite right because it is literally about baseball too. Baseball is the symbol, I

A Poetry Graveyard, or, A Thing I Do

A Poetry Graveyard, or, A Thing I Do

Hi, everybody. I hope you are doing well and have not spontaneously combusted from stepping outside during the current heat wave. About a month and a half into my tenure as Visiting Artist at Hartman, I am feeling like I have a solid routine going. On days I have time

Forest Bathing

Hello, and happy Monday, all. Fight your inner Garfield, and enjoy what's left of the day. Or don't–the world needs Garfields too. I am writing to you a few hours after having gone "forest bathing." According to the Global Wellness Institute, Forest bathing, "broadly means taking in, in all

Contradictions, or, A Poem

Contradictions, or, A Poem

Hello, folks. I hope you all had a nice holiday weekend, which is why I am coming to you again on a Tuesday, rather than a Monday. In the past week or so, I have been thinking a lot about the double (or triple...quadruple?) faceted relationship we all maintain

Overstimulation and its Various Treatments, or, A Photo Dump

Overstimulation and its Various Treatments, or, A Photo Dump

Hello, all. I hope you are doing okay. I would like to give you an update on my past week at Hartman, my 3rd week working in earnest. My project this summer, as I have probably said too many times already, is focused on how we balance the chaos of

Dead tree trunk propped up with a plastic red ball in a crack in the wood, two plastic bit that look like eyes at the top.

Heat Wave, or, a Rumination on Process

Hello, folks! I hope you are all doing fantastic and enjoyed your weekends and maybe saw some cool cloud formations or found a twenty in the laundry. I did not post yesterday in respect of the national observance of Juneteenth, so that is why you are getting this on a

A picture of crowded with shrubbery and trees with a yellow sign in front that says "Trail Not Maintained Difficult To Find"

Say Hi to Kathy, or, My First Full Week at Hartman, or, What I Learned About Where I Am

Welcome back (or just welcome) to the blog. Can you believe it has already been a week since we last talked? Or, more accurately, as I presume most people reading this maybe just discovered the site, can you believe it has been 30 whole seconds since you skimmed through last

How many poets does it take to print some pretty pictures? or, an Introduction Post, or, an Impromptu Selfy Tour

Hello, and welcome to the very first entry of the Poetry Prints at Hartman blog. I am going to be brief about introducing myself here, because there is a whole dang page dedicated to doing that around the corner that you can check out. But for the sake of keeping