Robin Long is a queer poet, writer, and curriculum developer in Austin, Texas. She is (yes, honestly, still, 7 years later) expanding her original fiction thesis on the life of Emily Dickinson, The Other Dickinson, so she can be found at theotherdickinson.com or in social media as @theotherdickinson. Emily Dickinson’s inimitable lines often feature in Robin’s poetic works in some way, whether directly quoted or solely in inspiration.
Her poetry can be found or is forthcoming in the Art in the Time of Covid-19 eBook by San Fedele Press, The 2021 Texas Poetry Calendar by Kallisto Gaia Press, FEELS Zine in the Freedom issue and the Soul issue, and as a featured performer in the FEELS+Artery LIVE Digital Poetry Event: Volume 2, The Soul, The /tƐmz/ Review, Alexandria Quarterly as a First Line Poetry Series finalist, Brain Mill Press as a 2020 National Poetry Month Editor’s Pick, 8 Poems, The Magnolia Review, Twist in Time, Literary Yard, and 45 Magazine. She is a 2020 Pushcart Prize nominee for her poem, “What a time spent trying now.”
As for this site, well, in my ideal world, you’ll find:
- Poetry: Check out my poetry through any of the literary journals and presses listed on the My Poetry tab.
- Blog: You’ll find commentary and analyses of Emily Dickinson’s lesser known poems and quotes, some poetry highlights, etc.
- Book: You can find excerpts from the in-process book of historical fiction, The Other Dickinson, at the aptly named The Other Dickinson menu tab.
As for this site inspiration and my poetic hero,
I have been studying Emily Dickinson, her world, and her extraordinary works for approximately 9 years—and I’ll give you forewarning: She’s *still* inexhaustible.
My studies of Dickinson have been my personal creative exercises outside of my own poetry. The sheer depth of her craft—managing pinpoint accuracy in word selection, yet still giving volumes of interpretation for any single poem—still simply amazes.
I’ll say it: She is unmatched.—Bring on the pitchforks
Equally as intriguing is the story of her life—mostly because we somehow know so much and yet so little of it at once. Conjecture in all realms abounds to this day, and arguments about her first person narration as /of course it’s autobiographical/sort of autobiographical/totally not autobiographical/how dare you/ pound the walls in endless classrooms.
When I returned for grad school for creative writing, I pushed my Dickinson research into project after project, and ultimately, into a final thesis of historical fiction chronicling her journey. My current extended creative labor of love (monster impossible task for this poet brain) is in fleshing out the thesis to full-fledged book form.
If you’re interested in giving The Other Dickinson draft a read, or in giving me your thoughts on a particular chapter I’m currently writing, I’d love to hear from you. (Honestly, drop me a message; if you got this far, I like you already. Thanks for reading.)