Hi. Tresha Faye Haefner here. I don’t believe in writing bios in the third person. I also don't believe the word “bio” means “list of publications.” (Although if you WANT that, you can find it at www.tfhaefner.com.) I am a poet from California. I’ve lived primarily in the suburbs and, when I was much younger, on a farm with goats and chickens and a pet pig named Quan Yin. The first poem I ever heard was “I wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by Wordsworth. The First poem I ever read on my own was “The Raven,” by Edgar Allen Poe. The first MODERN poem that ever made me want to write was “The Lost Land” by Eavan Boland, followed a year later by “Story” by Brendan Constantine. I learned to write poetry in the coffee shops of San Jose, and on some very solitary trips to New Orleans, New York, Washington D.C. and Vancouver, Canada. I moved to L.A. in the autumn of 2011, and currently teach a class called “Out of the Blue” in Culver City. Here are some things I love and often include in my poems.

Tattoos. Rainbows. The Paintings of Marc Chagall. The Bombing of Dresden. Homeless people. American Cities. Strangers in Coffee Shops. Loneliness. Love. Students I’ve Had in My Classes. Sights from the Suburbs. Sounds of the Oceans. The Meaning of a Life. The Meaning of a Death. The Forests and Food Courts. Snakes at My Parents’ Place in the Desert. Dead Mice. Live Media. Stars. The Internet. The Moon.