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David Goodrum reflects a deep love of family with all the ordeals and imperfections, a steely-eyed view of mortality, and a sense of astonishment to nature.

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David Goodrum reflects a deep love of family with all the ordeals and imperfections, a steely-eyed view of mortality, and a sense of astonishment to nature.
Autorenporträt
David A. Goodrum, writer/photographer, was born, raised, and educated in Indiana and currently lives in Oregon in the Willamette Valley. As an undergrad he studied at Indiana University and graduated with a creative writing thesis of poems. He holds degrees in English and German and a doctorate in instructional systems technology. David has been a high school teacher, a developer of instructional software, a fine arts photographer exhibiting at juried art fairs, and a director of educational technology across two different universities.Vitals and Other Signs of Life (The Poetry Box, 2024) is his first book-length collection of poetry. His poems have been published in Tar River Poetry, The Inflectionist Review, Passengers Journal, Cathexis Northwest Press, Fireweed: Poetry of Oregon, Willawaw Journal, Spillway, Eclectica Magazine, Scapegoat Journal, Triggerfish Critical Review, among others. A chapbook entitled \ˈspärs(ˌ)pōˈetə̇kə\ (Sparse Poetica) was published in late 2023 on the Audience Askew imprint. David's photography has graced the covers of several art and literature magazines, most recently Cirque Journal, Willows Wept Review, Blue Mesa Review, Red Rock Review, The Moving Force Journal, Snapdragon Journal, Vita Poetica, and appeared in many others. In fall 2023 he joined the Executive Board of the Oregon Poetry Association. He's been a member of the Board of Directors for The Arts Center in Corvallis since fall 2022. See additional work, both poems and photos, at www.davidgoodrum.com. Instagram: @goodrum. X (Twitter): @goodrum.His procreative acts include a daughter and two sons. Even before his early thirties, he was certain he would never write poetry again. He continues, it seems, to be wrong. About most things.