Life
Maurice Manning attended Earlham College and the University of Alabama at Tuscaloosa. He was formerly a professor at DePauw University, and now teaches in the Creative Writing Program (MFA) at Indiana University and is on the faculty of the Warren Wilson College MFA Program for Writers. Manning began teaching in the Indiana University M.F.A. Program in Fall 2004. In January 2012 he was hired by Transylvania University, a small liberal arts college in Lexington, Kentucky, and will begin teaching full time in September.
Along with Wendell Berry, Silas House, Bobbie Ann Mason, George Ella Lyon, and Anne Shelby, Manning is among the core group of Kentucky writers who have been increasingly active in the fight against mountaintop removal mining, appearing at rallies and protests throughout the state.
His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Shenandoah, The Southern Review, Washington Square, Green Mountains Review, Hayden's Ferry Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, Wind, Hunger Mountains, Black Warrior Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, and elsewhere. His collection, "The Common Man," was one of the two finalists for the 2011 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry.
He has held a fellowship to The Fine Arts Works Center in Provincetown. He was a 2011 Guggenheim Fellow.
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