Denise Low

(1949)

Biography of Denise Low

Denise Low (born 1949) is an American poet, honored as the second Kansas Poet Laureate (2007–2009). A professor at Haskell Indian Nations University, Low teaches literature, creative writing and American Indian Studies courses at the university. She was succeeded by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on July 1, 2009.
Low is the daughter of Francis Dotson and Dorothy (Bruner) Dotson. A 5th generation Kansan of mixed German, Scots, Lenape (Delaware), English, French, and Cherokee heritage, she was born and grew up in Emporia, Kansas, where she began her writing career as a high school correspondent for the Emporia Gazette. She attained her bachelor, masters and doctoral degrees in English from the University of Kansas, and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Wichita State University.
As Poet Laureate of Kansas, Low continued the efforts of the state’s first laureate, Jonathan Holden, by providing an open dialogue with Kansas poets. Besides appearing at many venues across the state, she established the Ad Astra Poetry Project. Personally contributing to the project bi-monthly via written releases, Low discusses specific notable poets. The Ad Astra project poets are also featured on www.kansaspoets.com.
Low left Haskell Indian Nations University in 2012 after 27 years as an administrator and faculty member. She now teaches classes for the School of Professional and Graduate Studies of Baker University as well as The Writers Place of Kansas City. She writes a regular poetry column for the Kansas City Star, and she is review editor of Yukhika-latuhse (She tells us stories), published by the Oneida Nations Arts Program. Individual members of the Associated Writers and Writing Programs elected Low to the national board of directors 2008-2013. She has served the board as conference chair and president (2011-2012).

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Reproductive Invariance

By the river years ago, recursive in memory, a
finite moment, the past ended. Future began.

The river flowed south. You were a man's face
floating among stones.

By a river in autumn, willow leaves were yellow
whisks in updrafts. We were not alone.

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