Keith Mark Gaboury

San Francisco, CA 94118
Phone: 
(913) 579 - 7080

Author's Bio

After growing up in the Bay Area, Castle Rock, Colorado, and Olathe, Kansas, Keith Mark Gaboury earned a M.F.A. in creative writing from Emerson College. His poems have appeared in such literary journals as Poetry Quarterly, New Millennium Writings, and on the podcast WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Keith is a poet, preschool teacher, and avid runner in San Francisco, California.

Publications and Prizes

Journals: 
Anapest, Barely South Review, Boston Poetry Magazine, Chaleur Magazine, Crab Fat Magazine, Dual Coast Magazine, Eclectica, Five 2 One Magazine, Full of Crow, Garfield Review, Green House, Into the Void Magazine, IthacaLit, Literary Juice, Map Literary, New Millennium Writings, Oddball Magazine, Permafrost, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, sPARKLE & bLINK, The After Happy Hour Review, The Birds We Piled Loosely, The Ear, The Gambler, Write From Wrong Magazine
Prizes Won: 
1) The 40th New Millennium Writings Poetry Contest (Honorable Mention): "The Milky Way in L.A." 2) The 2017 Green House Poetry Prize Finalist (Orange Quarterly): "City Brain" 3) WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? (Podcast, Episode 4: "Is This A Practical Talk Or A Spiritual Talk?"): "Hibiscus in the Bedroom" 4) 2017 Rebecca Lard Award Finalist (Poetry Quarterly): "Project Echo" 5) Monthly Muse #4 Award Winner (New Millennium Writings): "Beginnings"

Personal Favorites

Favorite Books: 
Black Boy (American Hunger) by Richard Wright
Favorite Authors: 
Richard Wright

More Information

Listed as: 
Poet
Gives readings: 
Yes
Travels for readings: 
Yes
Identifies as: 
Caucasian, Feminist, French, Irish American
Prefers to work with: 
Children, Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgender, People with Disabilities, Teachers, Teenagers
Fluent in: 
English
Born in: 
Berkeley, CA
Raised in: 
Olathe, KS
work_excerpt: 
An Astronaut’s Daughter Speaks: I was two when the fire lifted you / into the universe’s bed sheets, / into a secret belonging / through wormhole propulsion. // The rot beneath this supermoon sky / spreads into the floorboards / of your former home // where your ex stands, / thoughts percolating / within her Castle Rock cortex. // I stand in the front yard, / wet grass spiking through my toes / beneath the constellations, / poisoned since you left // Denver’s light pollution / leaking into my 1-87 horizon. //
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Last updated: Jul 17, 2018