Adrian Blevins is the author of Live from the Homesick Jamboree and The Brass Girl Brouhaha; the chapbooks Bloodline and The Man Who Went Out for Cigarettes; and a co-edited collection of essays, Walk Till the Dogs Get Mean: Meditations on the Forbidden from Contemporary Appalachia. She is the recipient of many awards and honors including a Kate Tufts Discovery Award for The Brass Girl Brouhaha and a Rona Jaffe Writer's Foundation Award, among many others. She teaches at Colby College in Waterville, Maine.

Other poems by Adrian Blevins in Verse Daily:
October 19, 2003:  "April Song for August" "Since it's spring again, the sun is at it again..."
September 28, 2003:  "Case Against April" "For a long time I was absolutely idiotic..."

Books by Adrian Blevins:

Other poems on the web by Adrian Blevins:
"Appalachians Run Amok"
Three poems
Four poems
"Trigger Warning"
"Dear New Mothers of America"
"Nope"
"America Ain't Easy "
"Pastoral"
"Kitchen Confession"
"Fairy Tale"

Adrian Blevins According to Wikipedia.

About Appalachians Run Amok:

"What did Dickinson say? That she knew it was poetry if she felt as if the top of her head was taken off? If that's the standard, then hell yes this is poetry, and this is poetry that has lopped off my whole head and jammed me back into where and who I'm from. Blevins has found the sweet spot, building narratives that riff, stories that sing in the voice of the most combustible, lowdown country song sung by a 'punk rock of a country heart.' Her subjects are Appalachian girlhood, love, death, and motherhood, in which infants smell 'like not-death—like the earliest of the early yield—like kale and collards, maybe.' She story-sings of places where the water is 'fat with the pee foam of cattle,' where people 'live up a sidewinder the sidewinding likes of which only the dead can drive,' where the speaker remembers herself as 'a teenage fugitive in a teenage redneck's redneck truck,' Frank O'Hara and Ferlinghetti in her purse, 'not needlepoint,' 'never Einstein.' Death, for Blevins, is blah, and 'when I say blah I mean blah,' but this poetry, cascading forward via a zillion ampersands run amok and a hilarious, provocative grief, is blah's badass antidote."
—Diane Seuss