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The Sunday Poem : G.C. Waldrep

  G.C. Waldrep's hat (Photo courtesy of G.C. Waldrep)   For a writer who has lived a fascinating, unconventional life, the poetry of G.C. Waldrep is remarkably devoid of ego. While other writers with Waldrep’s life experience might be tempted to use their own story as window dressing, Waldrep never [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:51:48+00:00 02.16.13|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : G.C. Waldrep

The Sunday Poem: Thomas Rain Crowe

    Writer Thomas Rain Crowe     About The Laugharne Poems by Thomas Rain Crowe   “While visiting Wales for the first time in 1993, I immediately adopted a love for the culture and community, was fondly given the name of ‘Tierec’, and was given permission (in fact, the [...]

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The Sunday Poem : Paula Bohince

  Paula Bohince (Photo by Patrick Mullen)   "There’s movement in [Paula] Bohince’s ­poems, but it’s gradual and subtle — an eye passing like Ken Burns’s camera over a still image, discovering new details," writes Eric McHenry in today's New York Times Book Review: The nouns pile up like [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:51:54+00:00 01.26.13|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Paula Bohince

The Sunday Poem : Erica Funkhouser

    "I think I don't really know who I am, or what I think, or what I believe unless I'm in the process of writing," says poet Erica Funkhouser. "That's where all of my discovery takes place, that's where all of my confrontation takes place -- I would say not [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:51:59+00:00 01.12.13|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Erica Funkhouser

The Sunday Poem : John Lane

  John Lane (Photo by Helen Correll)   John Lane is a poet with the eye of a naturalist. Quarries. Cottonmouths in a creek. Civil War battlefields. Suburban lawns. These are the places he turns to for meaning. Lane understands that our relationship to the environment is a symbiotic one [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:00+00:00 01.06.13|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : John Lane

The Complete Creative Part 4 : Christian McEwen on the Art of Happiness

  "What has been planted is the I want! I want! of advertising, which thrives on envy and dissatisfaction. Advertising tells us that happiness can be bought if we will only put our minds to it." (William Blake, "I Want! I Want!" from For Children: The Gates of Paradise, 1793. [...]

The Sunday Poem : Janlori Goldman

  Janlori Goldman   It's hard to believe that the winter solstice is this week. For residents of the Northern Hemisphere, December 21st is both the longest night, and the shortest day, depending on your perspective. On December 21st, there will be 24 hours of daylight south of the Antarctic [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:05+00:00 12.15.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Janlori Goldman

What is Love? Joan Wickersham’s The News from Spain Has Some Surprising Answers

  Joan Wickersham (Photo by Nicholas Latimer)   “A story . . . can become close, airless. You cannot stay shut up in your own head anymore; you need a break, some fresh air. Let’s go outside: We’ll take a walk, down a New York City side street. It’s [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:10+00:00 11.28.12|Books Worth Reading, Greatest Hits, Words|Comments Off on What is Love? Joan Wickersham’s The News from Spain Has Some Surprising Answers

The Sunday Poem : Anzhelina Polonskaya, Translated by Andrew Wachtel

  Anzhelina Polonskaya   I first met Russian poet Anzhelina Polonskaya several years ago at the MacDowell Colony, where many of the poems in her new collection, Paul Klee’s Boat, were written. While in New Hampshire, Anzhelina graciously offered to share her work at a local poetry event. She [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:12+00:00 11.17.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Anzhelina Polonskaya, Translated by Andrew Wachtel

The Sunday Poem : Bruce Snider

  Poet Bruce Snider   Bruce Snider's latest poetry collection, Paradise, Indiana, is a book steeped in place, from Midwestern farms, to taxidermy conventions, to interstates dotted with roadkill, to the Pick 'N Save, where the narrator's grandmother shoplifts. Reading the collection sequentially, a moving narrative unfolds about adolescent love and [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:15+00:00 11.10.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|1 Comment

The Sunday Poem : Martha Collins

  Poet Martha Collins (Photo by Doug Macomber)   As a five-year-old boy, Martha Collins' father sold fruit in front of the Blue Front Restaurant in Cairo, Illinois. One November day in 1909, he was lifted onto a relative's shoulders to watch a bloodthirsty mob of 10,000 people kill [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:17+00:00 11.04.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Martha Collins
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