Why do I call myself a selfish poet? Why do I do what I do?
I have always loved words—in fact, my mother tells everyone I was born with a pen in my hand. I have two chapbooks Emissions and Pieced Into Treetops and have been published in several anthologies and journals, including Stirring, Chagrin River Review, and The Found Poetry Review. In January of 2015 I co-founded a local poetry group, Rock Canyon Poets. I am a product director at a software company by profession and reside in Utah with my handsome husband and our two outstanding children. You can follow my poetry adventures here on my blog, Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr.
“From event listings to calls for submissions, @trishhopkinson’s site is a poets’ paradise”–Wordpress Discover tweet
“Trish Hopkinson may describe herself as a “selfish poet,” but her site is an indispensable community hub for poetry lovers, with news and event listings, writing resources, and much more (including her own poems, of course).”–Wordpress Discover feature
What others are saying about my poetry…
“Inventive, original and a great sense of humor alongside very serious subjects. [Trish has] great skill in writing form as well as free verse.” —League of Utah Writers
“Breathless and uncompromising. A voice of a poet and the banquet of words carefully chosen to divulge the corners of our lives so often painted over. A poet of non gender a woman of high esteem. It so happens, I really enjoyed discovering this Poet.” –Franco Esposito, editor of PoetryPasta
“How difficult to tell the devastating truth without artificially sweetening it — nor mawkishly embellishing it. A special thing to be able to mourn and make sense of it. And to be able somehow to lift up the mourner without device. Yes, these are poems of loss, but who reads them gains. That’s the very best poetry can do.” –Firestone Feinberg, editor of Verse-Virtual
“It’s hard to find good prose poets, and Trish is one of them. Ginsberg was one of them, ‘A Supermarket in California’ proves that much. If Trish was born in a different decade, perhaps she’d be enshrined in the poetic lore with the rest of the beatniks who hit the road, bound for infamy.”–Justin Hilliard, editor-and-chief for The Chaotic Review