Dave DeGolyer (aka Lafayette Wattles)
A former teacher, Dave has two Masters degrees including an M.F.A. in Creative Writing (Poetry & Writing for Young Adults) from Spalding University, one of the top-ten low-residency programs in the country. He works as a freelance writer, has been an Assistant Student Editor and an Assistant Editor for the national literary journal The Louisville Review, is a certified yoga teacher, and a licensed Yoga As Muse facilitator.
Dave has mentored with some exceptional writers (like Ellie Bryant, Joyce McDonald, Susan Campbell Bartoletti, Kathleen Driskell, K.L. Cook) and had workshopped with the likes of Pulitzer Prize Winning poet Carl Dennis, the late Rane Arroyo, Debra Kang Dean, as well as Kelly Creagh, Edie Hemingway and other rising talents.
Writing under the pseudonym, Lafayette Wattles, in homage to his great-great grandfather and to a Native American heritage he’s still learning about, Dave has published over 100 poems, received a Ucross Foundation Fellowship, and a Poetry Grant from the Arts Council of the Southern Finger Lakes and The New York State Council on the Arts. He’s been nominated three times for the Pushcart prize for poetry (including in 2013) & twice for Best New Poets, finished second for Boxcar Poetry Review’s Oboh Prize (poem of the year), and was chosen for Best of the Net anthologies in 2008 & 2009.
When he’s not working with writers, preparing for the West of the Moon Writer’s Retreat, or you’ll find him encouraging creatives at The Round Table and working on two books (a YA novel titled Mr. Bones and a Middle Grade novel titled The Short Bus).
Of Dave’s poem “I Didn’t Know Which Were The Thoughts and Which Were The Trees,” written under the pseudonym Lafayette Wattles, California Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera writes:
“In this narrative poem each flowing line is threaded with energy, story and penumbra – we are being pulled and illuminated by the unknown even though we notice the thing happen every morning or evening when we shiver. The piece is compact and yet loosened. It is dark-soft and diamond-rock flare. Dialogical and conversational, we sit and burn in the ash of culture, community, race-chaos, destruction, death-language and voice-resurrection. A tour-de-force.