Rowan is a queer, non-binary writer, illustrator, artist, and community activator of Mi’kmaq descent and white settler heritage. Originally from the Hudson River Valley, they moved to the Pacific Northwest in 2020. They hold an MFA in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts and an MS in Library and Information Science from the University at Buffalo.
With over 18 years of experience in nonprofit and library services, Rowan brings a deep commitment to knowledge equity and community engagement. Her work blends storytelling and organizing, creating inclusive programs and spaces that center access, learning, and social change.
Rowan’s poetry and nonfiction has appeared in PANK, Grist, Hayden’s Ferry Review, the Writer’s Chronicle, and wildness, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Their graduate work sparked a deeper commitment to community-rooted programming, leading Rowan to develop initiatives that blend creativity and social justice. Rowan’s work is rooted in curiosity, collaboration, and care. They co-created Vermont’s first teen literary festival, Teen Lit Mob, and contributed to nationally recognized initiatives like the Smithsonian’s Exploring Human Origins exhibit and NASA @ My Library, a two-year program bringing science learning to rural and underserved communities. From designing statewide programming to curating local events, Rowan builds experiences that spark wonder and foster connection across communities.
When not immersed in nature, writing, or illustrating, Rowan can be found gathering new hobbies by the armful—avidly knitting, strumming the baritone ukulele with their partner, and joyfully weaving the Mi’kmaw language into daily life. She is also likely already plotting to be best friends with your dog.
Favorite Place in the NW:
San Juan Island’s west side (Coast Salish), waiting for whales, closely followed by the Hoh Rainforest (Hoh), and Second Beach in La Push (Quileute).
Favorite Quote (*as of late):
I give up my sorrows / the way a bull gives up its horns—: astonished, / and wishing there is rest / in the body’s softest parts.
-Natalie Diaz, from “Grief Work” in Post Colonial Love Poem