Molly Fisk

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Poet, life coach, radio commentary, lake swimming Acad. of Amer. Poets Laureate Fellow, NEA, MBA, waitress in Norway. The More Difficult Beauty, Listening to Winter, Walking Wheel https://tinyurl.com/WalkingWheelPreOrder

Poster with dates of poetry reading events on the left side against a pale pink background and photos of me and my new book's cover on the right side against a floral William Morris print in a kind of faded turquoise.
Poster for a reading by poet Molly Fisk. The book cover in middle left, author photo in middle right, text on brown backgrounds over a peach and brown William Morris print.
Literary magazine heading for The Summerset Review, Poetry Review Roundup, Summer 2026. A slice of orange and yellow graphic without recognizable shapes runs across the top half.
A poet standing on the submerged edge of a boat ramp surrounded by blue-green lake water with a line of dark green wooded hills in the background and a cloudless blue sky. Scotts Flat Lake is a reservoir in the Sierra foothills where she swims nearly every day between Memorial Day and Thanksgiving. Water temp around 62, air around 77.
A poem by Judy Grahn, from her book The Work of a Common Woman, in bright green letters on a red background. No title: I’m not a girl I’m a hatchet I’m not a hole I’m a whole mountain I’m not a fool I’m a survivor I’m not a pearl I’m the Atlantic Ocean I’m not a good lay I’m a straight razor look at me as if you had never seen a woman before I have red, red hands and much bitterness
Two copies of a hardcover novel-in-verse called Walking Wheel by Molly Fisk, standing up on a wooden table next to a half-drunk latte. The book has a gold and brown William Morris design background, sort of a wheat field motif, with the title and author in white and a graphic in dark brown and dusty coral of two men carrying something between them on a stick. It looks like three very large (torso-sized) strawberries, but that can't be right. This book drops on April 7th from Red Hen Press.
Two copies of my new book Walking Wheel, resting against a napkin holder (that you cannot see) on a brown wooden table with half a blue cup containing half a latte in the lower left foreground. The book has a gold William Morris print as a background to the title in white letters, plus my name, plus Novel-in-Verse at the top in dark brown letters. Between the title and my name, there is a graphic of two old-fashioned-looking men carrying what seem to be 3 overlarge strawberries on a pole between them, surrounded by leaves and foliage.
My new verse novel Walking Wheel with orange cover and white lettering is held in the arm of an oversized concrete lizard riding in an old rust colored Model T Ford (I think) with lavender interior. A black steering wheel is in the background center left, and a high paned window is up in the right corner. This is public art by Solomon Bassoff/Faducci, and the photo was taken in his studio in North San Juan, CA.
A schedule of 12 readings I will do this spring: list is in two columns on the left side, book cover and photo of me on the right side. The book is Walking Wheel, my new novel-in-verse set in 1875. Pub date is April 4.
Two rows of books at the Red Hen Press booth at the Associated Writers Programs conference in Baltimore, MD this week. The top center one is my new novel-in-verse called Walking Wheel. It has a gold William-Morris-like background of wheat stalks and a large font with the title in white.
Front and back book cover for my new novel in verse set in 1875. Front is on right with gold and brown background design and a graphic in brown and clay of two men carrying some kind of harvest. WALKING WHEEL text in white at the top, and MOLLY FISK in white at the bottom. Back cover has a description of the book and two blurbs, plus Red Hen Press's insignia and the white rectangular what-is-it-called that you scan to purchase a book.
A column of text from Library Journal describing new poetry releases coming in 2026 with a photo of my book cover, left center, gold sheaves of wheat in the background and a graphic in dark brown and rust of two old-fashioned looking men carrying some kind of produce on a stick between them. Book title Walking Wheel and my name Molly Fisk are in white.
A sunny table covered with postcards and stamps and pens and a plate of cut up cara cara oranges, with two friends looking up from writing postcards to encourage voters in Ohio, with a background of a yellow wall and a collage of black horses which hung over my parents fireplace in San Francisco when I was growing up.
A not-young poet seated with her back against a yellow cafe wall opens a cardboard box.
Cover of a new novel in verse by Molly Fisk called Walking Wheel that shows sections of two spinning wheels on a gold and yellow William Morris print background that looks like a wheat field. The title and author's name are in white. "Walking Wheel is a book of simplicity and history, of landscape, weather, and hearth, where goats are milked, nails forged, trees felled, and two young people learn by daily practice that the true measure of wealth is love."
A gray-haired woman in tortoiseshell glasses and a blue patterned dress reads a poem at the microphone in front of a wall of books. A black music stand with symmetrical holes in it is in the foreground.
Little St. James, the small island off St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands once owned (and owned in 2019 when this photo was taken) by 47's close friend Jeffrey Epstein and used as a location for his pedophile and sex trafficking business.
Silver water of Scotts Flat Lake in Nevada County, CA, with two intersecting rows of dark hills at the top of the frame and a pale apricot colored sky where the sun just went down. There's a little slice of dock on the lower right with two buoys attached.
My new book's cover is two halves of a spinning wheel in brown, one at top and one at bottom, the title WALKING WHEEL centered in off-white and my name Molly Fisk at the bottom. The background is a William Morris print in yellow and light brown that looks like lots of vegetation.
A smiling woman in a lavender shirt holds an orange cat named Sprocket. they're out on a deck with some foliage and part of a bench and a window behind them.
Folk singer/activist Utah Phillips wearing a red pro-union t-shirt, holding a sign, red letters on white, that says I'm already against the next war.
A 15-year-old gray and white tabby named Mimi, leaning against a green and white patterned blanket on a brown sofa, is making a gag-me-with-two-spoons face, eyes closed, tongue half-way out. Someone's lilac-polished big toe appears in the lower right corner.
A big outdoor restaurant sign in the shape of a totem pole but with neon letters, and those temporary interchangeable letters places use to advertise a special has a mangled line from the Eagles Hotel California: On a dark desert highway cool whip in my hair. Wait. What?
A concrete statue of Quan Yin against my red-brown-stained deck railing with a neon green smoke bush tree in the background, sunlight falling in a slant across the whole scene.
A man in a green baseball cap stands on a deck holding an oar to keep his balance. Not a functional oar, a decorative one. He is smiling at a woman in a long dress with one hand on her hip (me) and she is grinning back at him. There's a white motel chair in the foreground and some stairs between them going up to a red house.
35 friends gather in a restaurant with yellow walls and high ceilings for a reading in memory of writer Charles Entrekin. We see Gene Berson at the microphone in the far back, and the backs of many heads. In the foreground is a table with bookmarks from the festivals Charles and his wife Gail helped to support/run in the early aughts in Nevada City, CA.
We had Craft Day (mending, sewing, lunch: my friends Jacquie and Susanna) at Jacquie and Steve's today, and they cut each of us a bunch of roses to bring home. The photo is a blue ceramic pitcher with fruit on it in the foreground, filled with pink- and coral-colored roses. The background is my living room with some kantha cloth curtains and an old green wooden oar in the corner. The walls I call "nectar," kind of a creamy yellow with very little green in it. I wish bluesky had scratch-and-sniff so you could smell the rosy scent.
A gray and white striped cat sits on a bench surrounded by green leaves (Virginia creeper and day lilies).
Book cover in blue and orangey-gold design of new poetry anthology called Women in a Golden State, California Poets at 60 and Beyond.
Delicate gray mushrooms with long stems and cute little serrated caps growing among new bright green seedlings. Apparently from a bag of potting soil purchased on sale at Grocery Outlet, Grass Valley, CA.
A huge gnarled oak tree in bright green spring leaf with some adult and young black angus cattle resting in its shade and an expanse of flat meadow behind them. This is on Table Mountain near Oroville, CA, known for its amazing wildflower display. Right now it's lupine and something low and yellow. Not displayed is the rather long-lasting stream of neon green urine expelled by one of the cows, to the delight of all watchers. Nothing yellow about that.
A cheerful store window containing two of my books of radio commentary, one with a skunk on the cover and coral tones (Everything But the Kitchen Skunk), one with a possum and neon green/gold tones (Houston, We Have a Possum), next to a matching photograph with a spring scene of grass and trees in the same colors. They are displayed on a table with a peachy/coral rag rug on it, and the edge of a coral bathrobe hangs in the upper left side of the photo. The store is J.J. Jackson's in Nevada City, CA, my town.
Two young women in early 20th century dress wearing large straw hats sitting on a cask upon which is written We Should Worry. Black and white photograph. I can't find the provenance by backsearching Google images, and I first used it as a poetry prompt in 2013, so whether staged or truly vintage, it's been around for a while.
A crowd of people in winter clothing protesting the current administration in a #handsoff protest in Brunswick, Maine today. Partial signs showing and one that says "Protect Democracy," another, more prominent, held by a woman with blond hair and a green sweatshirt, says "I'd call him a c*nt but he lacks warmth & depth."
A Mexican ceramic bowl of 23 colorful plastic kazoos in orange, green, purple, and magenta, to be used at protests and marches against the oligarchy because you can rest your voice a little by using them instead of shouting Hands Off Our Social Security and Turkish Grad Students all afternoon. Being serious about a dangerous situation is important, but so is comic relief.
Map of the US showing concentrations of COVID-19 by color in each state and text saying that 16 states and D.C. are in the high/very high range, colored dark red or black. These are mostly south and southeastern and a couple of midwestern.
Seven moons in graded shades of dark red making an arc across a black sky from lower left to upper right in the frame. They start red but shadowy and end up red but brightly lit from kind of the side.
Screen grab of a video of a demonstration for International Women's Day of Parisian women from the activist group Femen. They're in black pants, some waving smoke-bombs with black smoke, all with right arms painted red and no shirts, American flags painted on their chests with the Nazi symbol across them in black, and Fascist Epidemic written in black across their stomachs. There are 12 demonstrators in this shot, and a large crowd of civilians behind them, but in the video there are probably 30-40 total. Footage by Brut. journalist @remybuisine
Photo of Mt. Tamalpais, where I grew up, with part of the San Francisco Bay in the foreground and another slice of land I don't recognize in the middle distance. Maybe Highway 37? The water looks like metal. The sky is gray and gold with 7 pale rays descending from a gold center as if Charlton Heston is going to say something in the voice of God. I can't remember what movie that's from. The top of Mt Tam has always been likened to a sleeping maiden but I've never quite figured that out. Something could be breast or chin and it's not clear at all...