Susan Carol Hauser

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I will be reading in St Paul on Tuesday, April 16, 2013

In New Poetry, Reading Event on April 12, 2013 at 2:32 am

Saint Paul Poet Laureate Carol Connolly hosts Reading by Writers Series.
Free and open to the public at the Historic University Club Saint Paul,
420 Summit Avenue
. Bar is open throughout the evening
5:00 dinner, not connected to the performance. Dinner Reservations 651-222-1751.
No need to be a member.

7:30 April 16, 2013
Music (7:00 PM): Mary Scallen, violin, Jim Miller, flute.

SUSAN CAROL HAUSER, poet, essayist, natural history writer. Her books include OUTSIDE AFTER DARK, New and Collected Poems; and her numerous well-deserved awards include 2010 McKnight Artist
Fellowship/Loft Award in Poetry; 2011 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative grant; and two Minnesota Book Awards.
Readings last just about an hour. Books will be sold . Authors will sign.


Minnesota Northwoods Writers Conference 2013

In On Writing, Reading Event, Write for the Love of It, Writing on March 27, 2013 at 4:39 pm

July 14-19, 2013
So happy to have the conference running again with a full set of workshops and readings readings readings every evening. Workshops in poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, novice poetry and translation. Registration deadline, May 31. Readings are open to the public–I will be there!

Poetry Slam First Place!

In New Poetry, On Writing, Reading Event, Writing on December 4, 2012 at 7:07 pm


I participated in my first poetry slam last week at the Keg & Cork in Bemidji, Minnesota. It was sponsored by the Bemidji Public Library with a Cultural Legacy grant from the State of Minnesota (I knew I loved something about Minnesota besides winter–which I really do love). There were 14 contestants and 75 people in the audience. I won by one scant vote – and second place Julia certainly did out-perform me. I had to really pump up my reading in the third and final round. It was a fine evening – and heartening to know that so many people of all ages, persuasions and occupations go home at night and write poems. Gives me hope for this country. Below are the three poems I read. “Blackbirds” I have in memory so I saved it for last – and if I venture onto the Slam stage again, I will have all of my offerings memorized–it is superb to watch a poet close her eyes and belt out her lines.

In the Forest

On the path today you stopped
at a deep scent rising
from the ground, something, something
wild marking its territory, you said,
a bear or a timber wolf. It smelled like smoke
to me, a campfire put out or wood
just taking to flame. I breathed it in – almost
a sweetness to it, I thought, but I did not
say so. You moved ahead. I lingered, filling
my lungs as one might fill a thermos
or a water jug, wanting to carry it with me,
the way it opened my senses, closed my eyes,
held me there, scuffing my feet
in the wet, blackened earth.
I Think about You

I think about you. I think about
the little drive-by kiss you gave me,
a glancing touch of lips
that first night when we talked
as though nothing else
were going on, as though
I did not want you
to enfold me, to unfold me.

I think about that kiss:
it went by so fast.
And then we were hugging,
our arms around each other,
holding on the way one might
hold on in a storm, wind
everywhere, water
everywhere, nothing to do
but close your eyes and not
let go.

I think about that – the kiss,
the holding on, the not
letting go. Will you
let go? Will I let go?

I think about you.  About
that kiss, about holding on,
about not letting go,
about water and wind,
about our hearts inches apart,
only skin between them,
between breath and love.

The Blackbirds Have Begun to Flock

The blackbirds have begun to flock.
Rising from the trees they dare
into a sky that they unlock.

Summer’s gone. Mocked
by autumn’s flare;
by blackbirds that begin to flock

like chores and dreams we’ve kept in stock.
Gathered a singular force they share.
They rend the sky.  It comes unlocked

and all the love we’ve left undone knocks
in our hearts and darkens the air
like blackbirds lifting up in flocks.

When seasons strike on nature’s clock
it leaves our days in disrepair.
Blackbirds break.  The sky unlocks,

and we take up a different watch:
turn to each other.  Pair,
like birds that have learned to flock,
and enter a sky that touch unlocks.

River Book Reading: Bismarck, ND

In Reading Event, River Book on April 3, 2012 at 7:59 pm

I will be reading from My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi on Saturday, April 28, 1:00 PM at the Barnes & Noble store in Bismarck, ND. I’ll also be talking about my other nature topics: poison ivy, ticks, maple sugaring and wild rice. If you are in the area, come on in! I’ll be answering questions about nature’s blessings (rivers!) and curses (ticks! poison ivy!).

In Publishing, Reading Event, River Book, Uncategorized on September 22, 2011 at 12:35 am

Publication Reading

My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi

October 7     Susan Carol Hauser will read from her new book, My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi at 6 p.m. at the Bemidji Community Arts Center. A poet, essayist and freelance writer, Hauser is the author of numerous publications. She has received a 2011 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative Grant in Creative Nonfiction and a 2010 McKnight Artist Fellowship, Loft Award in Poetry. Don’t miss her writing workshop in Bemidji on Oct. 8.

October 8    Writer and author Susan Carol Hauser facilitates What Did I Say? In this 9:00 ’til noon workshop, participants will learn ways to read their writing the ways others do, including recognition of values and meanings expressed in the work. The workshop will introduce techniques for discovering both literal and metaphorical meaning in participants’ writings. Participants are asked to bring a poetry or prose writing sample of approximately 5 pages to the workshop. For cost, location and further information, contact theBCAC at (218) 444-7570 <;.