Margot Schilpps poems have appeared widely in literary journals, including American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Copper Nickel, The Cincinnati Review, Crab Orchard Review, New England Review, and The Southern Review. A recipient of fellowships from Yaddo, The MacDowell Colony, the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, and Fundación Valparaíso (Spain), she lives in Connecticut with her husband, Jeff Mock, and their daughters, Paula and Leah.

Other poems by Margot Schilpp in Verse Daily:
November 27, 2010:   "On Not Making Arrangements" "Organization is overrated: rivers..."
September 26, 2005:   "Enter, Fall" " What parts of the plans holding..."
January 25, 2005:  "Taking Leave of My Senses" "I want that, I think, when I see the slender body..."
January 13, 2005:  "What Narrative Is For" "How fine the mind that can calculate..."
April 26, 2004 (Quarter 4 favorite):  "Manifesto" "I know that dying is how we escape..."
May 25, 2003:  "Vanishing Point" "The way an island holds back..."
May 5, 2003:  "Manifesto" "I know that dying is how we escape..."
July 4, 2002:  "Laws of My Nature" "Obviously, the roosters are in league / with morning..."

Books by Margot Schilpp:

Other poems on the web by Margot Schilpp:
"Lullaby with One Party Missing"
Four poems
"Firsts"
Two poems
"Spring Burials"
"Optimum Conditions"
Two poems
Three poems
"Simplify"
Three poems
"Customs"
"In Which I Time-Travel at the End of the Twentieth Century"

Margot Schilpp's Website.

About Civil Twilight:

"The abiding interest of these poems are memory and the difficulty of making a self. I read this book as an emotional narrative, the details of the poet's life less important than the spirit in which they are rendered. It's Schilpp's lyrical imagination that I'm most drawn to here: I can feel her, in poem after poem, creating a reality that is shaped most of all by beauty. The poems succeed because they show her struggling to redeem her past. It's a testament to her ability as a poet that I know myself better having read this book. These are beautiful, quietly powerful poems."
—Bob Hicok