Samantha Zighelboim is a 2017 NYFA/NYSCA Fellow in Poetry, a recipient of a Face Out grant from CLMP, and the co-recipient of the 2016 John Frederick Nims Memorial Prize in Translation from The Poetry Foundation. Her poems and translations have appeared in POETRY, Boston Review, The Guardian (as part of Asymptote's 'Translation Tuesday' series), PEN Poetry Series, Stonecutter, Fanzine, Public Pool, Sixth Finch, Bone Bouquet and Springhouse, among others. She lives in New York City, and teaches creative writing and literature at Rutgers University and The New School.

Books by Samantha Zighelboim:

Other poems on the web by Samantha Zighelboim:
"Equestrian Monuments (A Litany)"
Five poems
Four poems
Three poems
Five poems
"Unconventional Methods"
"The Dead of Winter"
"Canopic Jars"

Samantha Zighelboim's Website.

Samantha Zighelboim on Twitter.

About The Fat Sonnets:

"The Fat Sonnets are greathearted, wickedly brilliant, and wise. Samantha Zighelboim writes with rare passion and exactitude: she can cure, or kill what ails you, and yet she sings from the soul, which is beyond diagnosis, at once perfect; eternal and savagely hungry since whenever eternity began. Hilarious and cruel, every page swells with compassion. I love this book. It is deeply nutritious. It will feed you."
—Ariana Reines

"Which stories do we tell, and which do we only pretend to tell? Samantha Zighelboim's searing debut insists that words are flesh, that if there's 'no space for body on the barstool,' there will be 'no space for body in the poetry.' In these poems, the fat body feeds on and feeds a slippery surfeit of language: Zighelboim reminds us that this body is made not just of 'late night binge fantasy delivery orders,' but also of etymology, dreams, 'petty silks,' diagnostic euphemisms, interspecies bonds, and 'the fountain/ pen of a spinster.' Funhouse-mirror-reflections of Bernadette Mayer's 'skinny sonnets,' these fat sonnets swell with longing: a line becomes a paragraph; a poem splits down the middle like a calving iceberg, a calving body, a manatee floating 'in that weightless, boring way.' But this book is anything but boring. Zighelboim's narrator is too quick, too witty, too self-aware. 'I am very charming sometimes,' she reminds us, slyly. 'I am a perfect fucking blossom.'"
—MC Hyland