Joshua Beckman
The Inside of an Apple
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Joshua Beckman's poems of emotional curiosity invite the reader to a quiet, familiar space.
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Joshua Beckman's poems of emotional curiosity invite the reader to a quiet, familiar space.
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- Verlag: Wave Books
- Seitenzahl: 128
- Erscheinungstermin: 3. September 2013
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 193mm x 130mm x 18mm
- Gewicht: 227g
- ISBN-13: 9781933517780
- ISBN-10: 1933517786
- Artikelnr.: 37273041
- Herstellerkennzeichnung
- Libri GmbH
- Europaallee 1
- 36244 Bad Hersfeld
- 06621 890
- Verlag: Wave Books
- Seitenzahl: 128
- Erscheinungstermin: 3. September 2013
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 193mm x 130mm x 18mm
- Gewicht: 227g
- ISBN-13: 9781933517780
- ISBN-10: 1933517786
- Artikelnr.: 37273041
- Herstellerkennzeichnung
- Libri GmbH
- Europaallee 1
- 36244 Bad Hersfeld
- 06621 890
Joshua Beckman was born in New Haven, Connecticut. He is the author of nine books, including The Inside of an Apple (Wave Books, 2013), Take It, Shake , Your Time Has Come, and two collaborations with Matthew Rohrer: Nice Hat. Thanks. and Adventures While Preaching the Gospel of Beauty. He is an editor at Wave Books and has translated numerous works of poetry and prose, including Micrograms, by Jorge Carrera Andrade, 5 Meters of Poems (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2010) by Carlos Oquendo de Amat and Poker (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2008) by Tomaž Šalamun, which was a finalist for the PEN America Poetry in Translation Award. He is also the recipient of numerous other awards, including a NYFA fellowship and a Pushcart Prize. He lives in Seattle and New York.
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