Maggie Hess

245 McDowell St.
Bristol, TN 37620
423 963 2512

Author's Bio

Maggie Hess is a brave survivor of her diagnosis of schizo-affective disorder. 37 poems of Maggie Hess appear in journals ranging from Tule to Blue Fifth to Skyhorse. Maggie won the Leidig Poetry Award judged by Linda Pastan and the May B Smith writing award and has self published numerous chapbooks. Maggie also recently won honorable mention in Wild Leek's Chapbook Contest judged by Ron Rash.

Publications and Prizes

A! Magazine for the Arts, Alehouse Press, Blue Fifth Review, Cobalt Review, Friends Journal, Milk Sugar, Postcard Poems and Prose, S/tick, Tule Review
Prizes Won: 
“My Ritual” Awarded May B. Smith English Composition Award for April 2010. “Peace in Role Play” awarded the Leidig Poetry Prize and published in A! Magazine, 2006. Awarded Second Place in the First-Year Essay Contest, 2002.  Honorable mention in Wild Leek's Chapbook Contest judged by Ron Rash, 2017.

Personal Favorites

What I'm Reading Now: 
Rising Strong as a Spiritual Practice by Brene Brown
Favorite Books: 
Lately, self development such as Rising Strong or any other book by Brene Brown, Science of Compassion by Kelly McGonigal, Wabi Sabi by Leonard Koren, Above Eastern Treetops Blue by Libby Jones, Cleft of the Rock by Felicia Mitchell.
Favorite Authors: 
Errol Hess, Anna Hess

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Born in: 
Scott County, Virginia
Raised in: 
Bristol, TN
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Last updated: Jul 02, 2017