Christopher Cokinos was born in Indianapolis, Indiana. He earned his BA in English from Indiana University in Bloomington, where he worked on the staff of the Indiana Review. He received his MFA in writing from Washington University in St. Louis, which awarded him a university fellowship. Cokinos currently teaches at Kansas State University in Manhattan, Kansas.
"The poems of Christopher Cokinos are brave, deeply intelligent, and exquisitely clear. Whether examining a treacherous war or the birds and trees immediately outside our windows, he cracks the boundaries between 'public' and 'privy' or 'natural' and 'otherwise,' reminding us again and again of the utter necessity of reciprocal, compassionate attention at this end of the twentieth century... These poems elevate and teach. We are lucky to live with them." Naomi Shihab Nye
When I step into warm December air
And see the gray-velvet, flame-shaped buds
On the warp and spike of winter trees,
When my whole body goes sense-drunk
With the smell of mud this soon, too soon:
My mind looks past the crocus shoots, the t-shirts,
Hears past the cardinal's call, that clear what cheer
by Christopher Cokinos
5-1/2" X 8-1/2"
The 1993 Robert Gross Award Winner in Poetry