PUBLICATION & RECOGNITION
Wild River Review (P) (here)
Philadelphia Stories (P) (here)
Snapdragon (P)
Black Heart Magazine (P)
Parentheses Journal (P) (here)
Black Fox Literary Magazine (P)
Sanskrit Magazine (P)
Red Dashboard Press (P)
San Pedro River Review (P)
Typishly (P) (here)
Connecticut River Review (P)
Raven’s Perch (P)
Caesura (P)
Into the Void (P) (here)
Atlanta Review (P)
2River View (P) (here)
Arlington Literary Journal (P) (here)
Panoplyzine (P) (here)
The Citron Review (N) (here)
Corvus Review (N) (here)
Cleaver Magazine (N) (here)
P-poetry N-creative nonfiction
Transience, 2019, Grey Cat Press
Become Echo, 2023, Atmosphere Press
2018 Main Street Poetry Contest, Winner
2019 Montco Poet Laureate Judge
2024 Lyrical Iowa Competition Judge
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WRITING
Since retirement from teaching, my life is encompassed by writing...River Heron Review, teaching workshops, and my own writing and poetry. "Encompassed." Like the root "compass" from c. 1300, meaning "space, area, extent, circumference," my time is bound by writing - reading the works of others, writing, and facilitating others' writing.
ANNOUNCEMENT: BECOME ECHO, ATMOSPHERE PRESS, 2023
Become Echo, my first book, has been released and is now available to order. In it, you will be taken through the core and chaos of conflicting emotions wrought by the dissolution of a relationship to its surprising conclusion. It shows the impact our imperfect understanding of the complexity love has on the psyche.
Alan Michael Parker says this: “…In these gorgeous poems of love, loss, and immanence, Robbin Farr finds our beautiful, messy desires.”
Elegy for Summer's Passing
The dawn broke
sun-streaked
red, pink.
Feathery clouds exhaled...(here)
Long Night of Winter
What you didn't know
was the night my father died
I ran outside to the waiting trees
cold in their winter garden...(here)
The Science of Distancing
- Biology
His kitchen. Grey hesitant light. Morning at the second story twin house in the suburbs of Boston. He serves a simple breakfast. Breakfast is always simple. Coffee, French bread, goat cheese served on blue, mostly unmatched, china. We eat quietly among the click of forks and spoons…(here)
Know This
All day long I say nothing but I am sorry.
The words tumble in breaths and yawns,
wait for acceptance at the breakfast table,
over black coffee and blue bowls of...(here)
Old Koi Pond
I dream of swimming
among Bekko koi, become,
flash into orangebloom,
sunset brilliant scales...(here)
An Altered View
It’s not quite a first date, and that’s okay because I am too old for first dates anyway. We are in his hotel room, one of those Ivy League clubs for alum visiting the city. It is winter and the heat is hissing from the vent by the window overlooking West 44th Street. The room is pleasant and smells like soap…(here)