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Jodie Hollander to present as poet in residence in Santa Barbara, California

Jodie Hollander didn't choose to be a poet — the profession chose her.

"It's one of those things that I felt like I didn't have much of a choice," said Hollander, who also works at Vail Ski & Snowboard Academy and for Swift Communications. "If I didn't pursue it, it was going to pursue me."

The published poet has accepted an invitation to be the poet in residence for the Morris Squire Foundation in Santa Barbara, California, from Thursday through Tuesday, Oct. 25.

"People tend to not flock to poetry as they would to other events, and as a result, there's a really small audience and so it's very competitive to get these types of opportunities," she said. "I'm really excited."

Hollander will give a number of readings and talks, as well as speak at events, while being the first poet in residence for the foundation, which is a nonprofit empowerment organization dedicated to programs for artists, curators and all manner of creative people.

Excitement ahead

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The part-time teacher writes mostly about her experience growing up in a family full of professional classical music players in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. However, she's hoping to write more about her experiences in Colorado moving forward, having been in the valley for two years.

She's working on another book responding to the work of French symbolist poet Arthur Rimbaud and will become the poet in residence for the town of Seaside, Florida, in January.

"I have a really exciting year ahead," she said.

Visit http://www.thesquirefoundation.org for more information about the Squire Foundation. For more information about Hollander, visit http://www.jodie hollander.com.

Reporter Ross Leonhart can be reached at 970-748-2915 and rleonhart@vaildaily.com. Follow him on Instagram at colorado_livin_on_the_hill.

First Storm

By Jodie Hollander

When it first stormed in Costa Rica

I knew there was nothing I could do.

Our little yellow house started leaking,

All our fruit trees were losing their fruit.

The pink heliconia were battered,

The banana leaves swirled in the rain.

Where was my husband? That didn’t matter,

Our tiny yellow house was starting to shake.

So I did the only thing I know,

I dragged out a chair and opened a beer,

Knowing destruction will do what it will do —

I sat back, and watched what was here.