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Featured Poet: Stephanie Couey
Writing Harry Potter fan fiction may have been the pushing off point for Stephanie Couey, president of the English Major’s Association (EMA) and recent graduate with a B.A. in creative writing, but her passion for writing has evolved tenfold since her wizardly days as a 12-year-old.
“I know there are so many people now that know me, that would be surprised by that,” Couey said. “But people really close to me would be like ‘yeah, she is more of a geek than anything.’”
Her collection of featured poems strays away from this early life calling and instead focuses on the experiences of being a teenager, with inspirations pulled from essays written by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
“He (Emerson) is talking about every morning as being a new learning experience and how you start over every morning,” Couey said. “And I think I was kind of doing that in the same way and I was relating that back to being a teenager which is kind of where you decide what direction you want to take. You see things more clearly which usually leads to a lot of angst and a lot of problems.”
Couey described the style she has developed over her years at Boise State as honest, and attempts to allow her writing flow without censorship of concepts or ideas, even when they may seem bizarre.
“I am writing a story right now about a woman, where earlier in the day she is watching Martha Stewart on the TV,” Couey said. “Then later, as she is a little inebriated, she is someplace else and she is looking at her surroundings and Martha Stewart is in her head narrating what she is seeing at the bar.”
While Couey has found a niche in poetry during her time at Boise State and has applied to Master of Fine Arts graduate programs for such, she said fiction writing has consumed her time as of late.
“Fiction and poetry were really on the exact same plane for me,” Couey said. Everyone wants that glory of getting published and doing really well, and I mean, I’m not exempt from that. I do think I want that for fiction at least. I would love to write books, but I would love to teach poetry.”
And publishing is something Couey has become quite familiar with in her senior year, when she had four of her works published in a variety of publications. Aside from these recent publications, Couey said her proudest accomplishment in writing was her acceptance to poetry professor Martin Corless-Smith’s graduate workshop.
“He has extremely high standards and knowing that I, I can’t say met them, but that I at least deserved that kind of a chance, meant the world to me,” Couey said.
One of Couey’s most memorable times, and a coming-of-age moment in her undergraduate career came in her first poetry class, which was taught by Genna Kohlhardt. In this class, she learned poetry does not need to be a reflection of angst or unhappy times.
“She really slapped me around a little bit in the best way possible about poetry that is confessional not necessarily being the right way to go,” Couey said. “I really discovered a positive relationship with writing poems and writing fiction from her mostly.”
Aside from creating a style of writing solely her own, Couey said her relationships, and more importantly friendships in her undergraduate career stand out to her.
“I’ve engaged with the community here so much,” she said. “I never really thought I would have writer friends and other people I could really bounce ideas off of and speak in writer-ly terms with and not sound like I’m just really pretentious.”
the smell of a college
boy metallic faucet
drips the boy
shallow as an epithet
onto my stretched pointed
limber little acrobat tongue
i lick the down
a kitten held wet
and i trust a boy to pour
peroxide into the cavities
[on either side] of
a very small eparchy
loving a swarm, she blows a puff
her fattened vespid tribe drips
in refined colloquia buzz
from her anointed lips falls voice
“this is my ventral; this is my ester
in me” you shall
be viscous catching heaven’s drippings in
their legs rattle – a dance a tremble a swarm
this god’s tears pelt the sand
i throw you down to a bed of pine and reed like i used
to throw my parents
melted butter down the nape of my
slips a string, a path
a tickling trickle
down to a firth, a garter
I uncover what is kitsch
in a book and a pair
of fallen stockings
a tongue to a cheek to a sacrum
groin, and back
and back again
soon the world will fold itself
into its bucolic mouth
where apples fall heavy and women
sex drops into my mouth like water
and your ankles cross