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Call Me Fool is William Trowbridge’s ninth poetry collection. His poems have appeared in more than forty-five anthologies and textbooks, as well as on The Writer's Almanac and American Life in Poetry, and in such periodicals as Poetry, The Gettysburg Review, The Georgia Review, The Southern Review, Plume, Rattle, The Iowa Review, Prairie Schooner, Epoch, and New Letters. He lives in the Kansas City area and teaches in the University of Nebraska Low-residency MFA in Writing Program. He was Poet Laureate of Missouri from 2012 to 2016.
""In his latest collection, Call Me Fool, William Trowbridge proves that you can't keep a good Fool down. He proves again that he is one of America's best and wittiest poets: funny, tender, wry, compassionate, full of insight and rueful understanding of what it means to live, cream pie in the face, pants falling down, as the Green Weenie rampages through our foolish, beautiful world. Stand with me, readers, and bellow, 'I am Fool.'"" --Charles Harper Webb, author of A Million MFAs Are Not Enough ""William Trowbridge's latest collection, Call Me Fool, is a trip through time from before history to after now. Charming, funny, irreverent, and a bit snarky, Fool ends up taking over for God, who's taken ""early retirement / to an unlisted galaxy where He plays golf // and watches Lamp Unto My Feet reruns."" Fool doesn't do too bad a job of it either, concentrating on ""April showers that bring May flowers,"" but he does miss a lot--floods, famines, and assorted miseries. Bless William Trowbridge for giving us someone to blame! I love it."" --Alice Friman, author of Blood Weather
