Cameron Brooks

Poet & Essayist






About the Author

👋🏻 Howdy. My name is Cameron. I'm a writer with roots in South Dakota. I enjoy a good espresso, Blackwing pencils, and bebop jazz. Here’s the full bio:

Cameron Brooks is a poet and essayist from South Dakota. He holds a B.A. in English from the University of Sioux Falls and an M.A. from Princeton Theological Seminary. His work is found or forthcoming in numerous journals and anthologies, including Poetry East, Cumberland River Review, Third Wednesday, North Dakota Quarterly, Ad Fontes, Ekstasis, Red Ogre Review, and elsewhere. His poem “White Space” won the South Dakota State Poetry Society annual contest.

Cameron is currently an M.F.A. candidate in creative writing at Seattle Pacific University.

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Vanora is a creative collaboration project that I co-founded with a friend who’s an abstract painter. We pair our art forms and explore broad themes through our work.

Select Publications & Readings

Where you can find my words

  • Public Reading, Full Circle Book Co-op, Sioux Falls, SD, May 16, 2024

  • Open Mic, Full Circle Book Co-op, Sioux Falls, SD, November 26, 2022

  • Public Reading, Seattle Pacific University, August 9, 2022

  • Creative Writing Class, Lecture & Reading, University of Sioux Falls, November 15, 2021.

  • English Class, Talk & Reading, St. John Middle School, Seward, NE, Fall 2021.

  • John R. Milton Writer’s Conference, University of South Dakota, September 16-18, 2021.

Blackwing Pencils

When I'm not writing, reading, eating pizza, or teaching my son about Thelonious Monk, I'm probably spreading the word about Blackwing pencils. Because that's my day job.

Four Blackwing pencils

Poem: Winner of the South Dakota State Poetry Society 2023 Annual Contest

White Space

Awake to snow-freighted pines,
blue snow upon the pasture

where five shining horses graze
with snow in their manes. They

know grass has begun to grow
beneath the snow, having tasted

it only yesterday. A bruised bouquet
of dried chili peppers dangles

from the doorframe of my cabin
like a frozen claw. Crescent moons

of snow slouch in the nose slits
and eye sockets of a deer skull

pegged to a post, its antlers
and remaining teeth so dull

against unadulterated drifts
of snow, not white, not ivory,

just bone, the hollow color of bone.

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