Biography of Christopher Keller
Christopher Keller is a poet, poetry group founder, teacher and ultra endurance athlete. He reads his works throughout Wisconsin, Montana and Oregon. Christopher studied at the University of Wisconsin La Crosse in the late 1990’s. During this time, he backpacked through Europe and mountaineered the Argentinean Andes, as well as Mexico’s volcanoes. In 2002 he was hired as an outdoor science teacher in Big Bear, California, which is situated in southern California’s San Bernardino Mountains. The following year he moved to Bozeman, Montana and founded a poetry group there. In January of 2004 he returned to Wisconsin to attend graduate school, and during his studies completed his first book of poetry entitled, The Strongest Hand on the Loosest Rock.
Since arriving in Portland, Oregon in 2005, Christopher has worked as the Advertising Director for Portland’s literary journal Poetry Northwest. Between 2005-2009 he completed the poetry books, Blindfolding the Nearsightedness of the Body and Twenty-Four Hours of Darkness, Twenty-Four Hours of Light. In 2010 he was awarded a writing residency at Penland in North Carolina, and later that year a writing residency in Basin Montana at the Montana Artist Refuge in order to work on his fourth book of poetry entitled, The Great Room 2003-2011. In late 2010, Twenty-Four Hours of Darkness, Twenty-Four Hours of Light was nominated for the 2010 Oregon Poetry Book of Year Award.
Christopher is an active member of the Oregon State Poetry Association and Oregon’s The Lane Literary Guild. He is the author of four poetry books; The Strongest Hand on the Loosest Rock, Blindfolding the Nearsightedness of the Body, Twenty-Four Hours of Darkness, Twenty-Four Hours of Light and The Great Room 2003-2011.
Christopher resides in Portland, Oregon.
Christopher Keller's Works:
The Strongest Hand on the Loosest Rock (2004)
Blindfolding the Nearsightedness of the Body (2007)
Twenty Four Hours of Darkness, Twenty Four Hours of Light (2010)
The Great Room 2003-2011 (2012)
Christopher Keller Poems
Out there, were freeways of Montana wheat fields, and I didn't need to say anything to anyone, rolling down the sleeves of an Oldsmobile, leaning out of that husk with a drunken kiss on my lips,
There Is Your Answer, Where The Stones A...
A woman wearing a bandanna is praying from the front pew of a church. She is thinking of the same things again, a deserted home with a fallen chimney,
Staring To The Bend In The River And All...
What I am on your skin, in the air where your voice treads as calm as brown lies in Copper Canyon, is amnesia waking.
There is a clear language spilled into ears, recovered by eyes with a bit of bruising, from the huge viscera of oceans hiding
Learning How And About At Clancy's Resta...
Being twelve and coming from a father who worked through most holidays in a man hole, and a mother whose calloused hands were from working large planters of flowers to sell,
Out there, were freeways of Montana wheat fields,
and I didn't need to say anything to anyone,
rolling down the sleeves of an Oldsmobile,
leaning out of that husk with a drunken kiss on my lips,
and I could smell the blackened stalks between the stars.
And what I thought of,
was being eighty and watching a childhood friend refuse
the thin cylinders of fluid that would pause his body