Kate Fox is the author of The Company Misery Loves (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), a collection of poems, and two poetry chapbooks: The Lazarus Method (Kent State University Press) and Walking Off the Map (Seven Kitchens Press). A former editor of the Ohioana Quarterly, she lives in Athens, Ohio, with her partner, writer and Steinbeck scholar Robert DeMott, and their two English setters, Katie and Patch.

Other poems on the web by Kate Fox:
"No More"
"Kathleen Bruce (Scott) Asks to See Her Parasitic Twin"
"That Evening Sun"

Kate Fox's Website.

About The Company Misery Loves:

"The hard-earned wisdom of The Company Misery Loves leaves any reader with a heart in love again with language, joyful to be in the presence of poetry at this level of intelligence and craft. Fox offers this poultice: 'to tear down is the hardest and best/beginning,' showing us that 'the entire sequence/of a season comes to rest in this blossom.' This poetry is flawless. Devastatingly beautiful."
—Jane Ann Fuller

"Kate Fox brings intelligence, compassion, and humor to bear on the rural towns of her childhood, the seductions of landscape, 'the keel and waver of a cardinal, / the bruised flutter in the air,' the rhythm and blues that sway her between past and present, and the remarkable women who lend her their voices—Mary Shelley, Kathleen Scott (widow of the polar explorer)— and who, like the poet, 'knew not to flinch.' With precise diction and clarity, with a sure command of her craft, Fox demonstrates in poem after poem how 'one solitary tongue. . . / sings the severed world whole.'"
—Michael Waters

"This taut collection depicts a world of self-resurrecting beings whose company is both miserable and exquisite—whose daily life is based on an amalgam of time and eternity. According to the poet, our relationship with this world is often adversarial, always fatal. However, in poem after poem, Fox reveals the strength and joy in learning 'to bear the weight of someone else's body on our own.'"
—Roy Bentley

"Kate Fox's poems wind past wheatfields and roadside memorials, mourning phantom limbs and lovers, lost children and polar explorers, and asking 'What do we owe the dead?' The Company Misery Loves is elegiac in the most ancient and very best sense of the word, a collection imbued with the music of 'birdsong and jasmine bloom, F-chord/and car exhaust' and all the 'songs that survive on breath alone.'"
—Shelley Puhak