Rod Farmer has had over 800 poems published in over
150 journals, including Webster Review, Haight Ashbury
Literary Journal, Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review, Rattle,
The Main Street Rag, and Pleiades. His first
collection of poetry was Universal Essence, published in 1986
and his most recent collection is titled Red Ships , published
in 2002 by Finishing Line Press (see below). Red Ships was
nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
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University of Maine at Farmington
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Farmer has also had over 90 articles, essays, and
book reviews published. Writings on writing and related subjects
have appeared in such journals as Poet, Writer's Connection,
Art Times . Social commentary pieces have appeared in Mind
Matters Review , The Humanist, and related journals.
Articles on American history have appeared in The New England
Journal of History and The Maine Historical Society Quarterly
as well as other history journals. Articles and essays on
education have appeared in such journals as Contemporary Education,
The Educational Forum, and The Social Studies .
He has been a farm laborer, dump truck driver,
grocery store clerk, soldier ( 14 months in Vietnam via the draft and
US Army ), and a high school history and social science teacher.
Since 1978, he has been professor of both education and history
at the University of Maine at Farmington. He used to travel the
world a lot, via the US Army, three
Fulbright-Hays Fellowships in India, Israel, and Pakistan. Plus
has won two grants to study and travel in Japan.
As a poet, Rod is an independent poet ( i.e. he
doesn't belong to cliquish literary circles, because he finds more room
outside than inside of any social circle).
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Farmer's Red Ships:
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red flag my attention, my walk
comes to a halt, a berry patch
six feet deep thirty feet wide
along one side of a country road
The berries are red ships
in a green bramble sea,
red ships with cargoes of juice
have booked me aboard,
go from one small red ship
to another as I transform
from a passenger into
great storm sweeping
the green sea clear
of red juice ships,
the red stain of many shipwrecks
covers my lips, evidence
of the storm's fury
evidence I've been with
the world in a good way,
eating my way there.