For the third time, Ohio Gov. Mike DeWine has named Kari Gunter-Seymour, BFA 鈥94, MA 鈥16, as . The path to such an achievement wasn鈥檛 easy, however.
The ninth-generation Appalachian was a young, single mother when she moved back to Athens from Meigs County, living in assisted housing with a very small child and weaving baskets to make ends meet. She eventually saved enough money to take a creative writing class at OHIO in hopes of finding a path toward a better life for her son.
gets emotional talking about her life during those years and the help and encouragement she received, which eventually led her to enroll full-time and earn a degree in graphic design. After working in that field for a few years, she returned to the University as an employee and earned her master鈥檚 degree in commercial photography. Both disciplines continue to inform her work as a poet today.
鈥淎 photograph is a moment in time鈥攖hat鈥檚 a poem. Graphic design is about organizing information so people see what you want them to see鈥攖hat鈥檚 a poem,鈥 Gunter-Seymour notes. Gunter-Seymour sees poetry everywhere, creates it out of dirt and memory, grit and duty.
Nowhere is that more evident than in her fourth full poetry collection, released one month after her two-year Laureateship began in January 2024. In its pages, she writes deftly of her generations-long Appalachian heritage, always lifting its people into normalcy, taking words like 鈥渨arsh鈥 and phrases like 鈥渇ixin鈥 to go鈥 into the mainstream.
Such work is partly in defiance of pushback she saw after being named Poet Laureate, with attitudes that a 鈥渞ural, hillbilly poet鈥 wasn鈥檛 a proper choice by those who perhaps forget that 32 of Ohio鈥檚 88 counties are considered part of Appalachia. To that end, she aims to make space for poets 鈥渨ho nobody knows or reads,鈥 she says, by getting through doors and bringing others through with her.
In her youth in Southeast Ohio, she 鈥渞an pretty wild鈥攏ot in a bad way, just on my own,鈥 Gunter-Seymour says. 鈥淢y bicycle, swimming in the creek, all of us girls like a gang. We held each other鈥檚 secrets.鈥 All of this comes through in 鈥淒IRT SONGS,鈥 whose themes of perseverance, resiliency, strong women and attachment to place are met with a sexual energy that comes from writing about her experiences as a young woman. 鈥淚 still have that mentality of wildness and needing to be on my own,鈥 she says. 鈥淭o roam, to be loud and just a little rough around the edges.鈥
Readers of Gunter-Seymour鈥檚 poetry, both in 鈥淒IRT SONGS鈥 and in her previous collections (not to mention the anthologies she鈥檚 edited), will find themselves called to find the rough edges within themselves, too. As novelist Jacinda Townsend observes, 鈥淸t]o hear one of Gunter-Seymour鈥檚 dirt songs is to listen, intently, to the symphony of the human condition.鈥
Child of the Large-Beaked Bird
from 鈥淒IRT SONGS,鈥 by Kari Gunter-Seymour
The crows are up to no good,
tapping the tin roof like it鈥檚
Miss Glover鈥檚 School for Awkward Girls,
all juke, jig and ja-ja.
My granddog doesn鈥檛 approve,
not the rooftop trapeze or the tomfoolery
in the garden, mischievous pecks
gouged around the scarecrow鈥檚 eyes.
They鈥檙e toying with me.
I鈥檝e tried to bribe them鈥
fresh fruit, cat food, sequins,
propped myself nearby,
full lotus, trilling.
Why subject myself and this prized
pooch to the insufferable?
The Indigenous say their ancestors
came to earth in the form of Crow.
I come to them, my sack of sorrows
laid open鈥攑erch on soil
my ancestors stole, sing dirt songs.
Feature photo by Kari Gunter-Seymour, BFA '94, MA '16