<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Denise Low Postings</title><description>Supporting writers and their events</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Denise Low)</managingEditor><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 08:33:27 -0500</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">556</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:keywords>Denise,Low</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>Spoken word</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Spoken word</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>deniselow@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Beloved IAIA Prof Arthur Sze Named 2025-26 U.S. Poet Laureate</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2025/09/beloved-iaia-prof-arthur-sze-named-2025.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 12:05:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-2536099608146316297</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NW1ezbgzqCBhYibpGPL3ec7TjGD-kOxaM4E-jtsT2QBnKaKZxUlcWo1iRD2VHbfYzZ4C8q0TqK3TLW_IhrMQE_wYCS2kHkFWS3avcFuvKE48YndQhJXglTa4zJdUro7Gk6nqkTbLQ1uB4BZ_JhYiADRrPI9xQxrOv8OBTr_5LcREQggq1l_5j9jRhxZz/s1168/ArthurSze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="1168" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NW1ezbgzqCBhYibpGPL3ec7TjGD-kOxaM4E-jtsT2QBnKaKZxUlcWo1iRD2VHbfYzZ4C8q0TqK3TLW_IhrMQE_wYCS2kHkFWS3avcFuvKE48YndQhJXglTa4zJdUro7Gk6nqkTbLQ1uB4BZ_JhYiADRrPI9xQxrOv8OBTr_5LcREQggq1l_5j9jRhxZz/s320/ArthurSze.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Library of Congress announced
the appointment of Arthur Sze as the nation’s 25th Poet Laureate&amp;nbsp;Consultant in
Poetry for 2025-2026 on Sept. 15. The winner of the Library’s 2024 Rebekah
Johnson Bobbitt National Prize for Poetry, Sze will begin his laureateship with
a reading of his work on Thursday, Oct. 9, in the Library’s historic Coolidge
Auditorium, and free tickets will be available on loc.gov starting Sept. 18. During
his term as Poet Laureate, Sze, who lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, plans to
have a special focus on translating poetry originally written in other
languages.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;“Last fall the Library of
Congress honored Arthur Sze with our Bobbitt Prize, for lifetime achievement in
poetry; this fall we are thrilled to bring him back to the Library as the
nation’s poet laureate,” said Acting Librarian of Congress Robert Randolph
Newlen. “His poetry is distinctly American in its focus on the landscapes of
the Southwest, where he has lived for many years, as well as in its great
formal innovation. Like Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman, Sze forges something
new from a range of traditions and influences – and the result is a poetry that
moves freely throughout time and space.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;A former chancellor of the
Academy of American Poets (2012–2017) and a fellow of the American Academy of
Arts and Sciences, he is a professor emeritus at the Institute of American
Indian Arts and&amp;nbsp;was the first poet laureate of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Sze joins a long line of
distinguished poets who have served in the position, including Ada Limón, who
recently completed a two-year second term, as well as Joy Harjo, Tracy K.
Smith, Juan Felipe Herrera, Charles Wright, Natasha Trethewey, Philip Levine,
W.S. Merwin, Kay Ryan, Charles Simic, Donald Hall, Ted Kooser, Louise Glück,
Billy Collins, Stanley Kunitz, Robert Pinsky, Robert Hass and Rita Dove.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;“What an amazing honor to be
named the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poet Laureate of the United States. As the son
of Chinese immigrants, and as a sophomore who decided to leave MIT to pursue a
dream of becoming a poet, I never would have guessed that so many decades later
I would receive this recognition,” Sze said. “It’s a recognition that belongs
to teachers, librarians, editors, poets, readers – everyone who works
tirelessly on behalf of poetry. As laureate I feel a great responsibility to
promote the ways poetry, especially poetry in translation, can impact our daily
lives. We live in such a fast-paced world: poetry helps us slow down, deepen
our attention, connect and live more fully.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arthur Sze&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;was born
in New York City in 1950 to Chinese immigrants. He is the author of 12 poetry
collections, most recently “Into the Hush” (2025), as well as the prose
collection&amp;nbsp;“The White Orchard: Selected Interviews, Essays, and Poems”
(2025). His other poetry collections include “The Glass Constellation: New and
Collected Poems” (2021), which received a 2024 Science and Literature Award
from the National Book Foundation; “Sight Lines”&amp;nbsp;(2019), which won the
National Book Award for Poetry; “Compass Rose”&amp;nbsp;(2014), a Pulitzer Prize
finalist;&amp;nbsp;“The Ginkgo Light”&amp;nbsp;(2009), selected for the PEN Southwest
Book Award and the Mountains &amp;amp; Plains Independent Booksellers Association
Book Award; “The Redshifting Web: Poems 1970–1998” (1998),&amp;nbsp;selected for
the Balcones Poetry Prize and the Asian American Literary Award;
and&amp;nbsp;“Archipelago&amp;nbsp;“(1995), selected for an American Book Award. Sze
has also published an expanded collection of Chinese poetry
translations,&amp;nbsp;“The Silk Dragon II”&amp;nbsp;(2024).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;In addition to the Bobbitt Prize,
Sze’s honors include the Bollingen Prize for American Poetry from Yale
University, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize from the Poetry Foundation, a Shelley
Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, a Jackson Poetry Prize
from&amp;nbsp;Poets &amp;amp; Writers, a Lannan Literary Award and a Lila
Wallace-Reader’s Digest&amp;nbsp;Writers’ Award, as well as fellowships from
the&amp;nbsp;Guggenheim Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Howard
Foundation, and five grants from the Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the U.S. Library of Congress website&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: open-sans, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loc.gov/poetry/" style="background-color: white; border-bottom: none; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003cff; font-family: open-sans, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;loc.gov/poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Photo: Steven Miller&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the Laureateship&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;The Poet Laureate Consultant in
Poetry position has existed since 1937, when Archer M. Huntington endowed the
Chair of Poetry at the Library of Congress. Since then, many of the nation’s
most eminent poets have served as Consultant in Poetry to the Library of
Congress and, after the passage of Public Law 99-194 (Dec. 20, 1985), as Poet
Laureate Consultant in Poetry — a position which the law states “is equivalent
to that of Poet Laureate of the United States.” During his or her term, the
Poet Laureate seeks to raise the national consciousness to a greater
appreciation of the reading and writing of poetry. The Library keeps to a
minimum the specific duties required of the Poet Laureate, who opens the
literary season in the fall and closes it in the spring. In recent years,
laureates have initiated poetry projects that broaden the audiences for poetry.
The Library of Congress is
the world’s largest library, offering access to the creative record of the
United States — and extensive materials from around the world — both on site
and online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NW1ezbgzqCBhYibpGPL3ec7TjGD-kOxaM4E-jtsT2QBnKaKZxUlcWo1iRD2VHbfYzZ4C8q0TqK3TLW_IhrMQE_wYCS2kHkFWS3avcFuvKE48YndQhJXglTa4zJdUro7Gk6nqkTbLQ1uB4BZ_JhYiADRrPI9xQxrOv8OBTr_5LcREQggq1l_5j9jRhxZz/s72-c/ArthurSze.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Denise Low Interviews Maryfrances Wagner, Former Mo. Poet Laureate</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2025/04/denise-low-interviews-maryfrances.html</link><category>Backstories: Poems</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Maryfrances Wagner</category><pubDate>Thu, 3 Apr 2025 14:19:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-2460646618380439103</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner, former Missouri Poet Laureate, continues to share a poetry of
inter-generational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2KisOpgruBdJ_YzLE55_jj2qo4EX67GwnwpyrBrd-7SeTMxQSGKW4adfCMSlIGeGS8QWls-a_TMM33RZm598mNYG4y0a1k77gVMDsZGwMZSsWDOGNuZklHXYmWjwDWVbRQQv18HU0vGZcR6lrTuiql4liULYrx4XZf6JapRgtEkidjFIBVpm9YE3FB6k/s2253/maryfrancesBenchJ.cropPEG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="2253" data-original-width="1971" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2KisOpgruBdJ_YzLE55_jj2qo4EX67GwnwpyrBrd-7SeTMxQSGKW4adfCMSlIGeGS8QWls-a_TMM33RZm598mNYG4y0a1k77gVMDsZGwMZSsWDOGNuZklHXYmWjwDWVbRQQv18HU0vGZcR6lrTuiql4liULYrx4XZf6JapRgtEkidjFIBVpm9YE3FB6k/w165-h189/maryfrancesBenchJ.cropPEG.jpeg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dialogue—among her family in books like &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://mammothpublications.net/writers-m-to-z/wagner-maryfrances-dioramas/"&gt;Dioramas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
(Mammoth Publications) and &lt;i&gt;The Immigrants’ New Camera&lt;/i&gt;. Her new poetry
book, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/Backstories-Maryfrances-Wagner/dp/195818294X/ref=sr_1_1?crid=27AMHYFFEA7M3&amp;amp;dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.O3FLVNwvlA1hfIi4mio5RA.QiwN7TQKsFTKNSV51DglIiEWN3eVyyBVaS93kaOWk1A&amp;amp;dib_tag=se&amp;amp;keywords=backstories+by+maryfrances+wagner&amp;amp;qid=1743705760&amp;amp;sprefix=backstories+by+maryfrances+wagner%2Caps%2C173&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Backstories&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;(Spartan Press), relates poignant narratives about a teacher and her
students, based on the poet’s experience. These snapshot poems (see an example
below) are intense vignettes that wrap character, emotion, and compassion into unforgettable
lyrical form. This is a poet at the height of her powers. I conducted an email
interview with her March, 2025.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Denise Low: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I love the title &lt;i&gt;Backstories&lt;/i&gt;—so
evocative. What do you intend with the title? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; I think all
teachers encounter students with inappropriate behavior in one way or
another—from sassy backtalk, to never having supplies, to saying something
inappropriate to another student, to not doing homework and talking about it
with distain, to fights and more serious infractions. There are also the ones
who sit quietly and never participate or turn work in but seem to stew in some
sort of self-destruction. I found over time that all these students always had
a backstory, a reason why they acted inappropriately to school rules. I was
always quite moved by how some students had to live and survive, and it made me
realize a good deal about my own false assumptions. The shock of what I
discovered made me want to tell their stories because I don’t think most people
realize what many young people experience in daily life. I did change names and
details to disguise the real people, but the stories are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyVoDM0mhQetCiFpKrCF-_3Pv7GL27NnDjPk2EEYKePwLLZhVHTk3FjHvPDTZ4WIH0xBinlFm6nz_r1haVWjENcsAacOie-BLLnJPmiEzPNjcu3F1WJ4BC1yo7WgtreG1DlhW7bu87ilXBLA0yTFg0HQH1gds1BLz726V8vCL_8Xzbb_ihVqxbL2zzsvk/s5712/MaryFrancesCvr4.25.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="5712" data-original-width="4284" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyVoDM0mhQetCiFpKrCF-_3Pv7GL27NnDjPk2EEYKePwLLZhVHTk3FjHvPDTZ4WIH0xBinlFm6nz_r1haVWjENcsAacOie-BLLnJPmiEzPNjcu3F1WJ4BC1yo7WgtreG1DlhW7bu87ilXBLA0yTFg0HQH1gds1BLz726V8vCL_8Xzbb_ihVqxbL2zzsvk/w174-h232/MaryFrancesCvr4.25.jpeg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Denise Low: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Please tell me about this new book’s structure.
There are four sections, and all poems relate to your career as an English
teacher. How did you choose poems and their order? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; The first
section of the book includes early teaching experiences as well as poems not
told as monologues. The next section tries to lighten things up a bit with some
humor. I’m speaking in generalities here, but many sophomores are still
innocent and naïve even if their lives may be awful. They ask unexpected
questions or give answers that show how limited their experience is and how lacking
their knowledge is, and I realized many of them didn’t understand metaphor, idioms,
satire, irony or context. They took things so literally, and often their
understanding of a word’s meaning was way off. Still, there was a charm about
that innocence, and sometimes their remarks were funny, so I started writing
them down. The third section is made up of student monologues. As I mention in
the book, when students committed some kind of infraction, I didn’t agree with
the school district’s step system— the first time is a warning, the second is a
day of in-school suspension, the third three days of in-school suspension, and
after that out of school suspension. I didn’t think the solution to a
discipline problem, unless it was something like a serious fight, was to take a
student out of class, so I asked the principals if I could offer my students
detention instead, and they said if I was willing to stay with them for the
detention, it was okay with them. I usually stayed after school for a while
each day to finalize lessons or plan for the next day, so it was an easy thing
for me to do. Sometimes the students came in and simply spent the thirty
minutes doing their homework, but many of them started talking to me, and
although they didn’t always realize what they were revealing, they were giving
me their backstory, an insight into their lives. The Detention Suite captures
those stories. I taught creative writing fiction and creative writing poetry as
well, and often in those classes, where I created more of a family environment,
students told their stories in what they wrote. I worked some of those into
monologues as well. I could have easily written fifty more monologues, but I
thought I’d given a representational idea of their lives. The final section
closes out the years of my teaching, and the final poems are close to when I
retired. I also managed to parody some teaching methods forced upon teachers
like the Madeline Hunter Model as well as the jargon principals bring to
meetings all teachers basically dread attending. So much educational jargon is
reduced to letters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Denise Low: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;As Missouri state Poet Laureate, you have had
many public appearances—and performances of your poems. Have you shifted your
writing to be more performative? Or not? Have there been other influences of
being Poet Laureate?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Those are two
big questions. I’d say yes to the first one. Often my public appearances were
around people who didn’t read and write poetry, and some were fairly sure they
didn’t like it, so I tried to make everything I said and did accessible. I
dodged reading some poems that had layered meanings and perhaps more difficult
to understand if they didn’t regularly read poetry, like the poem “Chapter By
Chapter,” and I stuck with poems I knew they would at least understand if not
find their own way into them, the goal of being a poet for me. I want everyone
to find their way in, their own story in mine. The monologues work well this
way because I can assume the voices of the students or my mother or my aunt,
who were often funny. As to the second question, I’d say that being Poet
Laureate was one of the best experiences of my life. Not so much that I touched
other people’s lives but that they touched mine. I felt zeal so many times when
something connected with them or when they told me how a poem meant so much. I
taught many workshops during that time, and they reminded me of what I loved
most about teaching—that moment when that lightbulb goes off and a student has
a realization or when someone realizes he can do what he didn’t think he could.
I love those moments as I am sure all teachers do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Denise Low: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I appreciate the story in each poem and also
the lyrical intensity. You use both narrative and lyrical techniques. How do
you go about composing your poems, and how do you edit them—what
characteristics do you emphasize as you finalize a poem?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Several people
have called me a storyteller in poetry, but I don’t really think of myself as only
a storyteller. Yes, I am telling stories in this book as well as others, but
I’m still mostly writing a literary poem. I think most of my poems have a
narrative thread, but they do blend the lyric and narrative together. One of my
professors once commented on that and said I was joining two forms, but I
didn’t think that was a bad thing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What I am writing
about governs how I write the poem. In the cases of the monologues, I have
always kept journals, and I used to write in them more faithfully. I always had
a journal with me at school, and during those detentions, when students started
telling their stories, I started writing down what they said. When I composed
those poems, it was like channeling them, and I could hear them all over in my
head. At other times I think about an idea I want to get across, a point I want
to make, and I build imagery and metaphor that do the work to get that point
across. That’s the general way I write, but as I am sure all writers have
experienced, sometimes starting a poem without knowing where it’s going helps
me see the truth of how I feel about something, and thus, it becomes an
enlightening experience for me. As for editing, let’s say the rough drafting is
the joy part, getting words on paper, those moments of hanging out with the
Muse, but then revision becomes the hard part—making those words better. I revise
over and over, changing images or metaphors that I think are less apt, and I
keep honing and shaping so that those images tell the story and show what I
want to say. My professors always hammered “show not tell,” so I learned not to
tell anything. Sometimes that may be at the cost of not being as clear if
people can’t stack up meaning that way, but it’s what I do. I look at it over
and over for days. Sometimes I change a word. Sometimes I cut a stanza.
Sometimes I rearrange the poem, change an image, add and cut. A poem can take weeks
or months to come to fruition. From there, I often share a poem with someone to
see their response. I envy people who sit down and in one day have a finished
poem. I’ve never done that. When I started this book, I wasn’t writing any of
the poems as monologues, but when I looked back at my journals and saw where I
had written down Brandon Langford’s story (not his real name) almost as he told
it, I decided that letting the students tell their own stories was going to be
more powerful because there was a deeper layer, a deeper story going on, so I
went with many of them that way, but I disguised some things and changed some
details so no one would know who I was talking about. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Denise Low: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You include your own collages in the book,
made of word-art, typography, and images. How do you intent them to interact
with the poems?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; I love to
collage. The collages in this book are not indicative of the collages I usually
create. Making a collage for me is like the opposite of writing a poem. It’s
like a meditation. I shut my conscious side down and let the subconscious
express itself. It gives, and I put it down. I don’t think about it. The
collages in this book are intentional. One group of them depicts the literature
we read. The first one depicts &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/i&gt;, a book I sometimes
taught in Sophomore English. It’s a book I think is vitally important in
showing how a democracy only works as long as people agree to follow the laws
set down, but envy, greed, and fear can undo what could have been a well-functioning
democratic society. It’s a lesson that never grows old and is even more
relevant right now. Another collage does the same thing with &lt;i&gt;Julius Caesar,&lt;/i&gt;
a play most sophomores read, and it has many of the same messages. A third is
around &lt;i&gt;A Separate Peace,&lt;/i&gt; a novel I sometimes taught my sophomores, and
it’s a rite of passage book. Some of the collages are words: one is a
collection of all the slang intensifiers students have used over the years, another
is the different kinds of learning techniques teachers are expected to use
until a new way comes along. It doesn’t matter if a teacher believes a different
method works better. We all have to change whether we philosophically agree or
not. The third category of collages shows students interacting with education,
hoping for a future, not sure what we are teaching them will pay off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Denise Low:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is there anything else you would like
to add?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; It took me a
while to put these stories to paper, and then years after that to collect them
into a book. I wondered if I had the right to tell the stories. I think what I
learned about my students and myself was as important and vital as anything I
ever taught them. They made me a better and more compassionate person. Their
lives made me care deeply, and I thought others needed to hear their stories.
Even though most of us know that not all things are equal and not everyone gets
the American Dream, I think more of us know inequity exists philosophically, by
what we read, by what others tell us, but removed from being involved with that
inequity firsthand. In their daily life they don’t see how others live. I think
being in the trenches with the truth of how some things are has a much greater
impact, one I wish more of us experienced. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chuck&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What are we?
Humans? Animals? Savages?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;William Golding –
Lord of the Flies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;On the first day
of my first class in a tiny room,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chuck takes a
seat so close he taps my desk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Every day a Polo,
dress pants, buttery loafers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;When he looks up,
he flashes perfect teeth. He&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;stares, makes me
squirm, but does his work. He’s&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;18. I’m 21. He
doesn’t treat me as his teacher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;ready to discuss
Lord of the Flies. Behind his silky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;voice and Gucci
shoes, I see his mean. He instigates&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;fights and whacks
small boys, particularly Juan—&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;thick
horned-rims, buck teeth, chunky—Piggy if he&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;stepped from the
book, and he likes order, logic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;He asks
questions, ponders why Jack craves the kill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The day after
spring break, Juan asks for a restroom pass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A minute later,
Chuck dips his face close to mine and asks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;to call his
mother to bring his lab notes for 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; hour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You probably
wonder how I fell for that. I let him go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I heard the story
after an ambulance took Juan away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chuck slammed the
bathroom door into Juan’s face over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;and over until
his glasses fell off his broken nose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;and cheekbone.
Then he plunged Juan’s head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;into the toilet.
By the time the gurney arrived, Juan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;was unconscious.
Chuck earned his last credits&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;on Homebound.
Juan’s parents moved to Texas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A door had opened
into a new darkness. Students&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;bumped along as
that year loomed shadowy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;under the care of
counselors. A quiet spring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;of staring into
space. A time of weighing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rumors traveled
like vapor, like stories of the beast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We lived in the
flicker, the tick. Too many stained&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;dreams. Too many
thoughts about sharpening a stick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maryfrances
Wagner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;’s latest books
are&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Immigrants’ New Camera&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Solving for X, and
Backstories.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her book&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Red Silk&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;won the Thorpe Menn
Book Award and an reissue won second place in the Eric Hoffer awards for
literary legacy and finalist for poetry. Co-editor of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I-70 Review&lt;/i&gt;,
she also serves as President of The Writers Place and chair of the programming
committee. She was Missouri 2020 Individual Artist of the Year and served as
the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Missouri Poet Laureate 2021-2023. She is the daughter
of four Italian immigrant grandparents. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2KisOpgruBdJ_YzLE55_jj2qo4EX67GwnwpyrBrd-7SeTMxQSGKW4adfCMSlIGeGS8QWls-a_TMM33RZm598mNYG4y0a1k77gVMDsZGwMZSsWDOGNuZklHXYmWjwDWVbRQQv18HU0vGZcR6lrTuiql4liULYrx4XZf6JapRgtEkidjFIBVpm9YE3FB6k/s72-w165-h189-c/maryfrancesBenchJ.cropPEG.jpeg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>From Denise Low: See you at the Associated Writers &amp; Writing Programs Conference March 27-30!</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2025/03/from-denise-low-see-you-at-associated.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 11:12:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-4417050992943785240</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXF9he05itM1EF2gBIYJZuoTpcWKNNKCfxdVMvaDwL_kR8lNErySnPJHo0jHe3spoUl6tyVbKSo0RJyvGsHqAeOWAw2-w7OPjfVAH3cYY9Y_DxyO4y1Q9kzfDIuoBKPLUxiRFFre5k8JcgT1RhN6GoFSs3dXHcsiOfofCHGQkzwALp1l1R2vqEncdOo9d/s480/DeniseawpEvents25.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXF9he05itM1EF2gBIYJZuoTpcWKNNKCfxdVMvaDwL_kR8lNErySnPJHo0jHe3spoUl6tyVbKSo0RJyvGsHqAeOWAw2-w7OPjfVAH3cYY9Y_DxyO4y1Q9kzfDIuoBKPLUxiRFFre5k8JcgT1RhN6GoFSs3dXHcsiOfofCHGQkzwALp1l1R2vqEncdOo9d/w461-h461/DeniseawpEvents25.png" width="461" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXF9he05itM1EF2gBIYJZuoTpcWKNNKCfxdVMvaDwL_kR8lNErySnPJHo0jHe3spoUl6tyVbKSo0RJyvGsHqAeOWAw2-w7OPjfVAH3cYY9Y_DxyO4y1Q9kzfDIuoBKPLUxiRFFre5k8JcgT1RhN6GoFSs3dXHcsiOfofCHGQkzwALp1l1R2vqEncdOo9d/s72-w461-h461-c/DeniseawpEvents25.png" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>DENISE LOW INTERVIEWS DAVE SETER, SONOMA COUNTY POET LAUREATE</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2025/02/denise-low-interviews-dave-seter-sonoma.html</link><category>Dave Seter</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Denise Low blog</category><category>Mammoth Publications</category><category>Sonoma County Poet Laureate</category><pubDate>Tue, 11 Feb 2025 15:01:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-700975951397592418</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qDKpW4r1xiZ_nBhO0WeDUoMJVofSYNruV-uMS3RW0_rO3ajYMzZ9hMP0HsRiZAXYJ0vgjbbKhq0V5H031O3644neYflukWwDV6EwqDhDedFpfxAj8bf82U9idMYwEin9SyzqqlbEbYhIWrX1pMb27Tk13EnUvsUeVG7vhj0b94ebL5FOkF9nulFYP9-x/s1275/COVERSeterBuffalo.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="811" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qDKpW4r1xiZ_nBhO0WeDUoMJVofSYNruV-uMS3RW0_rO3ajYMzZ9hMP0HsRiZAXYJ0vgjbbKhq0V5H031O3644neYflukWwDV6EwqDhDedFpfxAj8bf82U9idMYwEin9SyzqqlbEbYhIWrX1pMb27Tk13EnUvsUeVG7vhj0b94ebL5FOkF9nulFYP9-x/s320/COVERSeterBuffalo.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://mammothpublications.net/dave-seter-west-of-the-mississippi/"&gt;Dave Setter&lt;/a&gt; is a rare poet who combines training as a scientist and a poet. As the new &lt;a href="https://daveseter.com/poet-laureate-project"&gt;Poet Laureate of Sonoma County,&lt;/a&gt; a region about as big as Rhode Island, he presents readings and workshops in Santa Rosa, Sebastopol, and we have plans for an event in Healdsburg. His well-received book&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;Don’t Sing to Me of Electric Fences&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Cherry Grove Collections, 2021) shows his original voice, shaded by the odic tradition of classical Greek-influenced poets, with narrative threads that remind me of the best West-influenced storytelling. Mammoth Publications is honored to present a chapbook (28 pages) of his new works, &lt;a href="https://mammothpublications.net/dave-seter-west-of-the-mississippi/"&gt;Somewhere West of the Mississippi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;: What are the main themes in your new book of poetry &lt;a href="https://mammothpublications.net/dave-seter-west-of-the-mississippi/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somewhere
West of the Mississippi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Mammoth&amp;nbsp;Publications, 2025)?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; I explore the myth of the American West versus the reality of the
American West; the abuse, and resilience, of the natural world; and the hope
that the human species may play a part in healing nature while healing our
collective soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;: How does this new chapbook differ from your earlier books?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; While the ecological focus is similar to that of my full-length
collection (&lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dont-Sing-Me-Electric-Fences/dp/1625493835"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t
Sing to Me of Electric Fences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Cherry Grove Collections 2021), in this
book I offer a more unfiltered view of the mine reclamation projects I led as a
government official. There was a definite silencing of science during certain
periods of our recent history, which led to fear of retribution for speaking
out in public. I have also included a few experimental poems in this collection
which explore topics difficult to relate in a purely narrative form. For
example, I envision inhabiting a soybean plant killed by pesticide drift,
wondering what it would be like to die a slow death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; How does the title represent the book?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; This chapbook and my earlier chapbook (&lt;i&gt;Night Duty&lt;/i&gt;) are both
titled as subtle references to our movie culture. Many of the poems are
documentary in nature. &lt;i&gt;Night Duty&lt;/i&gt; is composed of film noir-style poems. &lt;i&gt;Somewhere
West of the Mississippi&lt;/i&gt; is composed of poems intended to create a sweeping
vista of human experience in the American West within the context of its
ecology. I wish the chapbook had an accompanying soundtrack, which is always a
feature of the American Western.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; I love that, as soundtracks accompany us in so many contexts, since
invention of ear buds! You have a background in science—how does that affect
your writing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; The language of my poems is, in many places, scientific. When I use
scientific terms I try to place them in a context that makes them
understandable to the general reader without “dumbing down” the science. I’m
also uniquely positioned to offer a rare view into the inner workings of how
environmental cleanups happen, their successes and limitations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;: The poems remain lyrical and balance facts well. You have been
appointed Poet Laureate of Sonoma County. What do you plan to accomplish with
this community honor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; Because I self-identify as a poet of the ecology, or eco-poet, in the
second half of my two-year term I intend to craft a series of nature writing
workshops. Those workshops will be based on 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Century
Japanese poet Matsuo Bash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria;"&gt;ō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;'s concept of Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria;"&gt;ō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;ka (the transformative power of nature). But for the first half, I have
decided to challenge myself as well as other Sonoma County poets to write
documentary poetry. Documentary poetry has no formal, fixed, definition, but
generally calls attention to some injustice witnessed or heard of by the poet.
One of the keys to writing a good documentary poem is to research facts about
the injustice to add dimension to the poem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;I appreciate your focus outside your ego while still using your experience
and expertise.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Anything else you would like to add?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; I want to thank Mammoth Publications for believing in this project. As
Sonoma County Poet Laureate, I wanted to work with a small publisher in Sonoma
County. Mammoth is that and more, a small publisher located in Healdsburg,
California, with a compelling catalogue of impactful literature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;What My Uncle Is Trying to Say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Photos are silent but something’s said &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the way his fur hat tilts down &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and jacket hangs open even though &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bare trees say cold and the windshield &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;of the Ford LTD publishes an icy scrawl. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Experts can tell the model year by the grille. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The license plate says Minnesota. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Crystals on the plate and on the lakes, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;crystals in the air, ready to fall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;With low pressure snow will arrive &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;on the doorstep. Open the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="Default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This photograph is nothing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;He will charge
inside like a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqcddDPnbnxd6aiqWT_FpnfOr6WnqDIVehskCDUKNbr9Wtiga4PWDfwIdF-xWZDuAHNf72ioQDMSr0B1_I_h_FZDg6FgcQgQVzIyRaBx_e5O0zgA_Jjv8t8utcQHKcGM5UARgPGQsKRLGFPshnPTbV3vnpi634gDe_U-HrJ_EzpBh-A8gU1K70zhr9Hkl/s2048/Seter_Author%20Photo_2024.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqcddDPnbnxd6aiqWT_FpnfOr6WnqDIVehskCDUKNbr9Wtiga4PWDfwIdF-xWZDuAHNf72ioQDMSr0B1_I_h_FZDg6FgcQgQVzIyRaBx_e5O0zgA_Jjv8t8utcQHKcGM5UARgPGQsKRLGFPshnPTbV3vnpi634gDe_U-HrJ_EzpBh-A8gU1K70zhr9Hkl/s320/Seter_Author%20Photo_2024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://daveseter.com/"&gt;DAVE SETER&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sonoma County Poet Laureate 2024-2026,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is a poet, nature writer, reviewer, and
essayist. He&lt;br /&gt; authored the poetry collections &lt;i&gt;Don’t Sing to Me of Electric
Fences &lt;/i&gt;(Cherry Grove Collections, 2021) and &lt;i&gt;Night Duty &lt;/i&gt;(Main Street
Rag, 2010). Educated as a civil engineer, he writes about social and
environmental issues, including the intersections of the built world and
natural world. His poems have won the KNOCK Ecolit Prize and received third
place in the William Matthews competition. He is the recipient of two Pushcart
nominations. His poetry book reviews have appeared in &lt;i&gt;Cider Press Review,
Poetry Flash, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Tupelo Quarterly&lt;/i&gt;. He is also studying Lithuanian
and has translated poems by contemporary Lithuanian poets into English and
published them in literary journals. He has been an Affiliate Artist at the
Headlands Center for the Arts, and has served on the Board of Directors of
Marin Poetry Center. Seter earned his undergraduate degree in civil engineering
from Princeton University and his graduate degree in humanities from Dominican
University of California. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qDKpW4r1xiZ_nBhO0WeDUoMJVofSYNruV-uMS3RW0_rO3ajYMzZ9hMP0HsRiZAXYJ0vgjbbKhq0V5H031O3644neYflukWwDV6EwqDhDedFpfxAj8bf82U9idMYwEin9SyzqqlbEbYhIWrX1pMb27Tk13EnUvsUeVG7vhj0b94ebL5FOkF9nulFYP9-x/s72-c/COVERSeterBuffalo.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>A Quick Guide to the NBCC Poetry Longlist 2024</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2024/12/a-quick-guide-to-nbcc-poetry-longlist.html</link><category>Armen Davoudian</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>In-Na-Po</category><category>Jennifer Chang</category><category>Kenzie Allen</category><category>NBCC Longlist Poet</category><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2024 13:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-4569093384528781614</guid><description>

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;For the first time, National Book Critics Circle is sharing
its long lists for their annual awards,&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJjepQcMRG6t1ZiV_LLfx0irbws0MPKJLulyjd87CDmWzjVlQoI69jMP4hPk-wyJ_FVvkXbZS7BsKE3CGNJLaOVjk_BX_WnjBGiOGZSlYV2Vr_QzJ_aCqkTrdyIoLKgUkTFaKvfYLGK687kSpLE9orTd7AbvmriZjacBeWSZHpvaso6dXHCmLBcxQ814i/s230/AllenKenzie_CreditKenzieAllen_LoRes-230x230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJjepQcMRG6t1ZiV_LLfx0irbws0MPKJLulyjd87CDmWzjVlQoI69jMP4hPk-wyJ_FVvkXbZS7BsKE3CGNJLaOVjk_BX_WnjBGiOGZSlYV2Vr_QzJ_aCqkTrdyIoLKgUkTFaKvfYLGK687kSpLE9orTd7AbvmriZjacBeWSZHpvaso6dXHCmLBcxQ814i/s1600/AllenKenzie_CreditKenzieAllen_LoRes-230x230.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenze Allen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; including &lt;a href="https://www.bookcritics.org/2024/12/18/2024-nbcc-awards-longlist-poetry/"&gt;poetry&lt;/a&gt;.
This year’s stellar works show the range and depth of United States poetry at
this time in history. Please share with me these exciting works by reading
about them and supporting the individuals and their presses by purchasing
copies. I have some personal and quoted notes to share:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Authentic Life&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;by Jennifer Chang
(Copper Canyon): Poet and scholar Jennifer Chang was born in New Jersey. She
earned her MFA and PhD from the University of Virginia and teaches at the
University of Texas at Austin. Other books are &lt;i&gt;The History of Anonymity&lt;/i&gt;
(University of Georgia Press, 2008), and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Some Say the Lark&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Alice
James Books, 2017). Her lines are taut, dramatic, progressions through multiple timelines. Her press writes, "Poems navigate wounds opened by explorations of family and
generational trauma, and draw on the author’s experiences as a mother, as the
daughter of immigrants, and as a citizen of our deeply divided nation.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloud Missives&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;by Kenzie Allen (Tin
House): An Indigenous Nations Poets fellow of the first year, Kenzie’s debut
book combines historical texts and lyric works to create response to her Haudenosaunee
descendancy. She creates new forms to hold together the histories, maps, and
emotions. Not to be missed. From her press: “Like an anthropologist, Kenzie
Allen reveals a life from what endures after tragedies and acts of survival.
Across four sections, poems explore pop culture—the stereotypes in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Peter
Pan&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/i&gt;, and beyond—fairy tales, myths, protests,
and forgotten histories, before arriving at a dazzling series of love poems
that deepen our understanding of romantic, platonic, and communal love.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consider the Rooster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Oliver Baez
Bendorf (Nightboat): This native Iowan now lives in the Rockies. During Covid,
he resided in Michigan, and, according to his press, “a neighbor in Kalamazoo,
Michigan threatens to call the police after discovering the author’s pet
rooster. The rooster sounds the alarm and our author wakes to revolutionary
transformation.” His stand as a queer poet informs the works of change and
chance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by
V. Penelope Pelizzon (University of Pittsburgh): Global travel informs this
book of lyrics and the odd-side role of the commentator/poet on journeys
outside “normal.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instructions for the Lovers&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;by Dawn Lundy
Martin (Nightboat): This poet and essayist has established credentials plus is
a professor at Bard. Her press describes the book: “Martin creates a poetic
field dense with thought, image, and sound as she reflects on her relationship
with her mother, experiences of queer polyamory, lesbian sex, and the racist
conditions within the dying American university system.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Palace of Forty Pillars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;by
Armen Davoudian (Tin House). Another Tin House entry to the list Armen’s work
is based on Iranian architecture. From his website: “In Isfahan, Iran, the
eponymous palace has only twenty pillars, but reflected in its courtyard pool,
they become forty. This is the gamble of the book’s twenty poems: to recreate,
in art’s reflection, the image of a lost home.” I had a chance to talk with him
about the book last spring, and I immediately thought of Italo Calvino’s &lt;i&gt;Invisible
Cities&lt;/i&gt;—how we create structures in our personal and collective narratives.
He is working on a Ph.D. at Stanford, and he is a poet I am following for his
vision, for his connection of personal to collective destinies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scattered Snows, to the North&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Carl
Phillips (Farrar, Straus and Giroux): This veteran poet has been a north star
for over a generation. He has won the Pulitzer and written 17 books. His works
demands respect for their solid and lyrical energy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sturge Town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Kwame Dawes (W. W. Norton):
Kwame contributes to his communities by editing the African series of poetry
for the University of Nebraska Press. This book returns to his native Jamaica,
to one of the free towns founded after emancipation in Jamaica. Postcolonial
life. Music traditions and visual art poems are threaded among the themes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wrong Norma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Anne Carson (New
Directions): Anne’s works are always perfectly balanced, inventive, and wise
play with the language. About these prose poems the poet writes: “&lt;i&gt;Wrong Norma&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a collection of writings about
different things, like Joseph Conrad, Guantánamo, Flaubert, snow, poverty,
Roget’s Thesaurus, my Dad, Saturday night. The pieces are not linked. That’s
why I’ve called them ‘wrong.’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yard Show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Janice N. Harrington (BOA): Originally
a librarian, Janice Harrington turned to poetry in the 1990s. She writes about
the Southern origins of her family and Black Americans in the Midwest. Critic &lt;a href="https://merionwest.com/2024/11/24/notes-on-kitsch-janice-harringtons-yard-show/"&gt;Johnny
Payne&lt;/a&gt; writes of this book: “As witness of this exaltation of the gaudy, the
poet reclaims kitsch as a redemptive force, a vital stream of art, when it is
mindfully connected to a set of local traditions, the heritage of a group that
had to strive hard to find its native expression using the materials at hand.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJjepQcMRG6t1ZiV_LLfx0irbws0MPKJLulyjd87CDmWzjVlQoI69jMP4hPk-wyJ_FVvkXbZS7BsKE3CGNJLaOVjk_BX_WnjBGiOGZSlYV2Vr_QzJ_aCqkTrdyIoLKgUkTFaKvfYLGK687kSpLE9orTd7AbvmriZjacBeWSZHpvaso6dXHCmLBcxQ814i/s72-c/AllenKenzie_CreditKenzieAllen_LoRes-230x230.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>PRE-ELECTION JITTERS: CALM DOWN WITH A HORATIAN ODE</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2024/11/pre-election-jitters-calm-down-with.html</link><category>Art Beck</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Dennis Dybeck</category><category>Horace</category><category>Ode</category><pubDate>Sat, 2 Nov 2024 09:46:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-5274973242617873776</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://www.pw.org/directory/writers/art_beck"&gt;Art Beck&lt;/a&gt; (Dennis Dybeck) has given me permission to reprint his excellent translation of this ode by Horace. This might help us keep perspective as we await the momentous election. Art's &lt;a href="https://www.shearsman.com/store/Art-Beck-A-Treacherous-Art-p542419414"&gt;latest book of essays&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;A&lt;i&gt; Treacherous Art,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;about translating poetry, is highly recommended! In this ode, I like how he renders "Carpe Diem" at the end.&lt;div&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4-IN_M9JJ4rW5JsQHQFLpbuG0CaEdVfNZqGOoNhQe-g_ujggchEWUT78r1Vg_VoR85AgKB_Gprvj8AuHzBykir4SQEVWmmS2u4hHcezSjb_InNQDsOG37Q42e2jie6Ha0hnSN0yVo1s8s8advygn4OPILS8_r4GTGS-dUu_2RqiakiBRb1B7Leji10dB/s234/HORACE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="143" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4-IN_M9JJ4rW5JsQHQFLpbuG0CaEdVfNZqGOoNhQe-g_ujggchEWUT78r1Vg_VoR85AgKB_Gprvj8AuHzBykir4SQEVWmmS2u4hHcezSjb_InNQDsOG37Q42e2jie6Ha0hnSN0yVo1s8s8advygn4OPILS8_r4GTGS-dUu_2RqiakiBRb1B7Leji10dB/w186-h304/HORACE.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horace, Odes Book I, 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leuci - please, bright mind - don’t ask -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we’re not supposed to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it’s going to end - not me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not you. Don’t listen to fortunetellers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, it’s better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to take whatever comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as it comes. Whether there’s more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;godwilling, whether this is our last winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shattering the Etruscan Sea on those crumbling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rocks across: be wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decant the wine, trim your endless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yearnings to fit the short hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we’re talking, jealous time’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running out - on us. Grab today. Believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as little as possible in tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;translated by Art Beck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4-IN_M9JJ4rW5JsQHQFLpbuG0CaEdVfNZqGOoNhQe-g_ujggchEWUT78r1Vg_VoR85AgKB_Gprvj8AuHzBykir4SQEVWmmS2u4hHcezSjb_InNQDsOG37Q42e2jie6Ha0hnSN0yVo1s8s8advygn4OPILS8_r4GTGS-dUu_2RqiakiBRb1B7Leji10dB/s72-w186-h304-c/HORACE.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Univ. of Az. Press Publishes Denise Low: House of Grace, House of Blood</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2024/10/univ-of-az-press-publishes-denise-low.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Oct 2024 13:54:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-92140001988671715</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEg3WWYUu0pXNhz_ZdZV8tuBLbGJ2qZ54sFUERCQ89ksF2DZbNyqdRy1Lry1JGEdsPSSNtDmYJDLokPhJY35DEUp6T2SMr2nAlKW-aubhbg1StAdb8g-8ckT_hkRrWuNkE69iv2MgD1Ms85XUwRLl8nPcXi21iDZj3F8bM9yFJu0IjEvDYl03v6488b-1/s1000/HouseGraceCVR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="778" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEg3WWYUu0pXNhz_ZdZV8tuBLbGJ2qZ54sFUERCQ89ksF2DZbNyqdRy1Lry1JGEdsPSSNtDmYJDLokPhJY35DEUp6T2SMr2nAlKW-aubhbg1StAdb8g-8ckT_hkRrWuNkE69iv2MgD1Ms85XUwRLl8nPcXi21iDZj3F8bM9yFJu0IjEvDYl03v6488b-1/s320/HouseGraceCVR.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to announce this week's publication of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://uapress.arizona.edu/book/house-of-grace-house-of-blood" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;House of Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from the
University of Arizona Press, which explores intersections of archival artifacts
and the personal, with focus on an incident of Indigenous genocide. The book
responds to a rich archive: oral and written accounts, maps, dances, and
archaeology about the Gnadenhutten, Ohio, massacre of Indigenous people by
renegade Revolutionary soldiers. Benjamin Franklin commented on this tragedy as
well as the Shawnee leader Tecumseh. The book's arc follows a sequence of
consequences, including deforestation, diaspora of Delawares, restoration,
stereotyping, and continuance of traditions and spirituality. Please contact
the press for desk and r&lt;a href="https://uapress.arizona.edu/media" target="_blank"&gt;eview copies&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Please note these appearance opportunities:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="_Hlk179526989"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 19, Sat., Washington DC,
Politics &amp;amp; Prose&lt;/b&gt;, reading with Christian Teresi and Jason Schneiderman,
6 pm,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;1324 4th Street NE, Washington, D.C. 20002, (202) 544-4452 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww.politics-prose.com/poetry-panel"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;http://ww.politics-prose.com/poetry-panel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nov. 12, Wed. ,
San Francisco, Bird &amp;amp; Beckett&lt;/b&gt; bookstore, Denise Low and Kim Shuck 7
pm., free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://birdbeckett.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;https://birdbeckett.com/&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nov. 14, Thurs.
Santa Rosa Arts Center&lt;/b&gt;, Speakeasy Reading Series, Denise Low, open mic
following, 7 pm, 312 South A St., Santa Rosa, music-Jeff Nathanson free,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://santarosaartscenter.org/index.php/speakeasy-2-2/%C2%A0%20"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;https://santarosaartscenter.org/index.php/speakeasy-2-2/&amp;nbsp;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nov. 15, Fri., Healdsburg, The 222-Paul
Mahder Gallery,&lt;/b&gt; Denise Low and Lucille Lang Day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://the222.org/product/indigenous-thanksgiving-traditions/"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;Indigenous Thanksgiving Traditions – The 222&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;,
7 pm, 222 Healdsburg Ave., Healdsburg CA, $20&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nov. 17, Sun., Sebastopol&lt;/b&gt;,
Wom-ba meeting 1 pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dec. 1, Sun.
Berkeley, Poetry Flash&lt;/b&gt;, Denise Low and Lucille Lang Day, 3 pm Art House
Gallery &amp;amp; Cultural Center (to be confirmed), 2905 Shattuck Avenue,
refreshments, free (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://poetryflash.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;poetryflash.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179526989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 29, Sat., Los Angeles AWP&lt;/b&gt; conference, Denise
Low Bookfair Reading with Scarlet Tanager Press, 1:45 p.m.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yRQXDTINO2jN1BDfq9BF_neXdaQhPB0ZtL1WYP5roZ1Hh_4eP9zzXAASRPH8zoC3fh1rJ-KzU-ZwaxSXwA0x8iit-a9Do-h6nWXRkQ9eIkkitciwNqLrcdv5d_iStqb2YGIANdVwZoTg9I-agfhtcnWogHW4Ou-jZPQQ_gSwaGoQa-aS3IqsIfLv6Lx5/s5312/20170209_141234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yRQXDTINO2jN1BDfq9BF_neXdaQhPB0ZtL1WYP5roZ1Hh_4eP9zzXAASRPH8zoC3fh1rJ-KzU-ZwaxSXwA0x8iit-a9Do-h6nWXRkQ9eIkkitciwNqLrcdv5d_iStqb2YGIANdVwZoTg9I-agfhtcnWogHW4Ou-jZPQQ_gSwaGoQa-aS3IqsIfLv6Lx5/s320/20170209_141234.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Justice is out of the purview of poetry&lt;/b&gt;,
unfortunately. Otherwise, the ancestors of the ninety-six Lenapes killed by
rogue Pennsylvania militia men in 1782 might read this collection and find some
much deserved peace.”—&lt;i&gt;FOREWORD Reviews&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;House of Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;is
a masterpiece of both documentary poetry and Indigenous storytelling. Denise
Low’s exploration of history, memory, genealogy, and identity acknowledges the
complexity of her bloodlines and the possibility of healing. Throughout, her
poems become ‘portals for hearing pleas / and scriptures.’”—Craig Santos Perez,
author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;From Unincorporated Territory [åmot]&lt;/i&gt; and National Book
Award winner&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Denise Low’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;House of Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;chronicles
the epigenetic expression of generational trauma left by the massacre of
ninety-six Lenape Christian relatives inside a church in 1782. However, these
poems also suggest epigenetic expressions of ancestral healing and
reconciliation with living within contradictions, a powerful Indigenous
inheritance that will leave you dancing in joyous resistance.”—Edgar Gabriel
Silex, author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Acts of Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biography:&lt;/b&gt; Former Kansas Poet Laureate &lt;b&gt;Denise Low&lt;/b&gt;
is author of &lt;a name="_Hlk179528455"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://uapress.arizona.edu/book/house-of-grace-house-of-blood"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179528455;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;House of Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179528455;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk179528455;"&gt;,
&lt;/span&gt;from the University of Arizona Press’s Sun Tracks poetry series (Oct.
2024). Her other books include the memoir &lt;a href="https://www.nebraskapress.unl.edu/bison-books/9780803294936/the-turtles-beating-heart/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The
Turtle's Beating Heart: One Family's Story of Lenape Survival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
(University of Nebraska Press), &lt;a href="https://www.meadowlarkbookstore.com/product/jigsaw-puzzling-essays-in-a-time-of-pestilence/109?cs=true&amp;amp;cst=custom"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jigsaw
Puzzling: Essays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Meadowlark Press, Coffin Award), and &lt;i&gt;Casino
Bestiary: Poems&lt;/i&gt; (Spartan Press). Low is a founding board member of the
national Indigenous Nations Poets (In-Na-Po) and past board member and
president of Associated Writers and Writing Programs. She has been visiting
professor at the University of Kansas and University of Richmond. She taught at
Haskell Indian Nations University 27 years, where she founded the creative
writing program. She and her husband Thomas Weso founded Mammoth Publications,
an independent press that specializes in Indigenous American and literary
works. &lt;a href="http://www.deniselow.net/"&gt;www.deniselow.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More praise:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;House of Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;moves far beyond
the personal narrative to create an experience that clearly identifies the
blade edge that is so-called American history, and invites the reader to
consider how exclusion and connection hone it.”—Mihku Paul, author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;20th
Century PowWow Playland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“This account of the violence of ignorance and the
heartbreak of broken trust is all too frequent—and all too frequently silenced,
ignored, miswritten, or forgotten in our collective societal reckoning with the
truth of our nation’s founding. And yet what Low seeks in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;House of
Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;, what we who are compelled to bear witness in our
verse seek in the telling, in the remembering, is a way forward through
healing. The facts speak for themselves. The poet speaks for the dead—and those
yet living.”—Abigail Chabitnoy, author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;In the Current Where Drowning
Is Beautiful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“With documentary and lyric intensity, Low claims poetry
itself as memorial in her extraordinary new book.”—Hadara Bar-Nadav, author
of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Animal Is Chemical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The versatile and talented Denise Low ventures into
documentary poetry in&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;House of Grace, House of Blood&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with
astonishing results. Through personal reflection, memories, imagined stories,
chants, and collages of primary texts, she pieces together the story of one of
the most heinous crimes against Indigenous people in North America. For Low,
there are more questions than answers. These poems cinch the connections
between religious and nationalist fervor, racial capitalism, and Indigenous
survivance.”—Joseph Harrington, author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Disapparitions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIVTT8nn3W8vQ-4AQrfGPXeQ3K__laaLxEseUTgf-fHr3y1EH8ccHXxQGFpwaJwaKTNdtvadwhEs-8rP6vBxaoEMzZPqOgFrFqbWtAYIkWlW24-ixHFlKzxQqFI2bRsQ-KQ7r54SBmuiM1yXviztG_5ir2C0oOjdu5lIzWs7zBnfKivjk-PAUFZzg3ri_/s1000/HouseGraceCVR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="778" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIVTT8nn3W8vQ-4AQrfGPXeQ3K__laaLxEseUTgf-fHr3y1EH8ccHXxQGFpwaJwaKTNdtvadwhEs-8rP6vBxaoEMzZPqOgFrFqbWtAYIkWlW24-ixHFlKzxQqFI2bRsQ-KQ7r54SBmuiM1yXviztG_5ir2C0oOjdu5lIzWs7zBnfKivjk-PAUFZzg3ri_/w156-h200/HouseGraceCVR.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEg3WWYUu0pXNhz_ZdZV8tuBLbGJ2qZ54sFUERCQ89ksF2DZbNyqdRy1Lry1JGEdsPSSNtDmYJDLokPhJY35DEUp6T2SMr2nAlKW-aubhbg1StAdb8g-8ckT_hkRrWuNkE69iv2MgD1Ms85XUwRLl8nPcXi21iDZj3F8bM9yFJu0IjEvDYl03v6488b-1/s72-c/HouseGraceCVR.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>National Book Critics Circle Announces Poetry Finalists</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2024/01/national-book-critics-circle-announces.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2024 11:12:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-608260061132926996</guid><description>The award for best book of poetry published in 2023 will be selected from this short list, March, 2024 in NYC:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #191e23; font-family: neue-haas-unica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 36px auto; max-width: 100%; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Saskia Hamilton&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;All Souls&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Graywolf Press)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #191e23; font-family: neue-haas-unica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 36px auto; max-width: 100%; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Kim Hyesoon&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Phantom Pain Wings&lt;/em&gt;, translated by Don Mee Choi (New Directions)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #191e23; font-family: neue-haas-unica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 36px auto; max-width: 100%; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Romeo Oriogun&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;The Gathering of Bastards&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(University of Nebraska Press)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #191e23; font-family: neue-haas-unica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 36px auto; max-width: 100%; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Robyn Schiff&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Information Desk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(Penguin Books)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #191e23; font-family: neue-haas-unica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 36px auto; max-width: 100%; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Charif Shanahan&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="box-sizing: inherit;"&gt;Trace Evidence&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(Tin House)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Examining Life: Denise Low Interviews Robert Stewart </title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2023/10/examining-life-denise-low-interviews.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2023 20:49:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-7776921351812977173</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://americanpopularculture.com/press_release_stewart.htm"&gt;Higher:
Poems&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;Poetry Press of Press Americana, 2023 Prize
Americana, $15.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I have known Bob Stewart as a friend and extraordinary
editor for years. I admire his precision and store of knowledge about poetics,
apparent in his editorial expertise during his tenure with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;New Letters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
and in his new book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Higher: Poems&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;, winner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.6667px;"&gt;of Prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Americana, which has precision in its
execution and heart in its content. Stewart balances between narrative and song
as he creates ballads about moments of heroism in everyday life. These are nourishing,
sustaining poems, like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;Stopping in the Road for a Turtle by Robert
Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kKqTs2SmpkOk5sVCQ-fhFpelDHUEqJoxkI3mIDpHlZIeYtXYq3hpoJKPk8opczsoJZEwrMNz75s5FEwrtSF1AmNTvNdYFnkPHExJsn5tyMw7ymGVM43MBCc5lmNhYr1Ag0p7BSXCRmu7DEhIfxaqA-e26KDcLDtWL4mX8R5W8dHfwpxYQlJJjGd-ufbh/s400/Bob-edits-400-400.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="310" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kKqTs2SmpkOk5sVCQ-fhFpelDHUEqJoxkI3mIDpHlZIeYtXYq3hpoJKPk8opczsoJZEwrMNz75s5FEwrtSF1AmNTvNdYFnkPHExJsn5tyMw7ymGVM43MBCc5lmNhYr1Ag0p7BSXCRmu7DEhIfxaqA-e26KDcLDtWL4mX8R5W8dHfwpxYQlJJjGd-ufbh/w155-h200/Bob-edits-400-400.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;Don’t hiss at me. Andre Dubus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;rescued that brother and sister&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;on a highway in Haverville, so let me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;here on 55&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Street in Crestwood,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;6:20 a.m., stop and help you over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;to the shrubs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Box
turtles I had&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;as a kid seemed mostly interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cUN1t79Sbmz8o4wjb3Ob_sbi4RaYiSVVMbfJ9BTkvlXUYZ3DbIU1NLUPy7k8G1TCGvtEqDsHz8PMg_boPyD-4lND03MRON0XOA-OPNKC237S5UqxENJzl3pxReXvcBvqQIuHiAkx_KaErARyEXfGP73Z8nsjQ9BZx8sdMg3gb-ObhkDwFjxOL5oM4No4/s1810/Higher%20Thumbnail.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1810" data-original-width="1202" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cUN1t79Sbmz8o4wjb3Ob_sbi4RaYiSVVMbfJ9BTkvlXUYZ3DbIU1NLUPy7k8G1TCGvtEqDsHz8PMg_boPyD-4lND03MRON0XOA-OPNKC237S5UqxENJzl3pxReXvcBvqQIuHiAkx_KaErARyEXfGP73Z8nsjQ9BZx8sdMg3gb-ObhkDwFjxOL5oM4No4/w213-h320/Higher%20Thumbnail.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;but you—neck out, jaw wrenching&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;like an opera singer’s—have less&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;turtleness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;than
serpent;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;how heroic of us both, then,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;with the pace of such progress,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;to trust the car-full universe, when all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;Andre Dubus meant to do was act&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;according to his nature, tough guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It
crippled him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;on that road, father of many&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;characters, and each always seemed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;stranded outside a bar, or even home,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;listening to some grieving soprano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;on the radio. Sing, then turtle, hiss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;your
given voice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(89)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Denise
Low: First, congratulations on winning the Prize Americana for this new book!
In its offerings, I notice some folder poems as well as recent. How did you put
this collection together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Robert
Stewart: The poems in &lt;i&gt;Higher&lt;/i&gt; tend toward a public voice, I believe. I
have been concerned lately with the presence in my writing of generativity, as
Erik Erikson termed concern for future generations. That is my hope for the
book, in any case. Some of what seem to be older poems in &lt;i&gt;Higher &lt;/i&gt;might
have just been percolating in my brain for years upon years and could be fairly
recent. Others are older but did not fit previous books. Before my previous
book &lt;i&gt;Working Class &lt;/i&gt;(2018), I had not had a full-length book of poems for
30 years, even though I published essays and poems in journals. I can still
hear my friend and mentor David Ray say, “These things [poems and stories]
don’t go out of date.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I subscribe to
that principle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;My process is simply to keep writing and trust the process.
“The good stuff and the bad stuff,” Marvin Bell has said, “are all part of the
stuff.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I looked at what I thought was
the good stuff and began to think I had a book on my hands; so, as one does
with poems, I tried to conceive of an order for them. That process is
mysterious, even spooky to me; but once I got the first two or three lined up,
I was on my way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Denise
Low: Titles of your other books of poetry are also simple, such as &lt;i&gt;Working
Class&lt;/i&gt; (Stephen Austin, 2017) and &lt;i&gt;Plumbers&lt;/i&gt; (BkMk, 1988, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;
edition 2017). What significance do you intend with the title? And I find a
pun, “hire,” for &lt;i&gt;Higher,&lt;/i&gt; which ties in with the previous two titles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Robert
Stewart: I confessed recently (joked) to an audience that I didn’t realize I’d
have to spell the book title &lt;i&gt;Higher&lt;/i&gt; every time I spoke in public. I have
tried to keep titles fairly clean in general, and a little slant. Many poetry
book titles seem to me kind of pretentious. I won’t quote them here, but poetry
book titles sometimes make me think of an essay by Robert Hass, where he was being
self-critical of an image he’d created; he imagined what the master Basho would
say of him: “Hass, you have a weakness for trying to say something
unusual.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;When the book&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;came out, the poet Albert Goldbarth
wrote to welcome me into the club of one-word book titles—with his &lt;i&gt;Selfish &lt;/i&gt;and
others—but, as you note, I already had another book with a one-word title, &lt;i&gt;Plumbers.
&lt;/i&gt;The manuscript of that book originally was called &lt;i&gt;What It Takes to Be a
Plumber. &lt;/i&gt;The editor and poet Dan Jaffe talked me out of it, saying it was
too wordy. I told a group of friends at a party hosted by Gloria Vando and Bill
Hickok that I could not come up with a less wordy title for that book; then
David Ray spoke up and said, “Why don’t you just call it &lt;i&gt;Plumbers&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Perfect. I learned that simplicity can be
illusive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;I chose &lt;i&gt;Higher &lt;/i&gt;as a title because I was struck by
the concept of aspiration, and, indeed, the book includes a fair number of
calls to elevation—which does not mean to avert our eyes from reality; it means
the opposite. My practice to seek some ascendant chord is really a structural
necessity, I think. A good poem won’t strike just one note. It offers the
reader contrast, tension, and fuller experience. I’m not saying that my poems
do all that, but that’s the hope. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Denise
Low: You reference Christian spiritual practice directly and indirectly in
these poems—brave in a time when religious affiliation is not usually addressed
in contemporary poetry, which is mostly secular. I’m thinking of “Dog in
Church,” “Piranha, Christmas Day,” “Late for Mass,” and the opening poem of the
book, “In the Back Pews on Easter at St. Ann’s in Prairie Village, &amp;amp;
Simultaneously St. Elizabeth’s in Waldo, St. Frances &amp;amp; Doubtless Our Lady
of Sorrows, Midtown.” This last, which begins, “Babies being carried out to
howl / in the lobby…,” reminds me of my childhood stints in pews of the
Congregational Church of Emporia, Kansas. Babies were always squalling in the
vestibule as a background accompaniment to the choir and sermon, and I wondered
what that signified. Anyway, what choices are you making when you include this
aspect of your life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Robert
Stewart: I once felt sheepish about using religious references in my poems, partly
because I don’t see myself as devout or clear-headed. However, I try to live in
wonder. The Catholic tradition has been integral to my life, and I am,
therefore, both respectful of that tradition and angry toward it when the
Church fails. In one poem, for example, I expect the priest “to apologize to us
all.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the poem you mention about babies
in church, I try to turn what had been an annoyance—babies screaming during
Mass—into what I think is something playful and sacred. These things exist, and
I am sustained by some truly great writers who write about religious practice,
such as Brian Doyle, Mary Gordon, Sharon Olds, Marilynne Robinson, Marie Ponsot.
I am just now reading essays by Czeslaw Milosz, as he examines his own life as
a Catholic. I am not alone. The key word there is to “examine.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tend to eschew ideologies, but many of my “higher”
values have been shaped by a religious education.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Denise
Low: I appreciate the authenticity of your writing and its integrity, seen in a
poem like “My Father’s Haunt,” where you go into your father’s old bar in St.
Louis. The familiar repartee with “men in overalls” shows your comfort with
working class background. My own father wore overalls to work on the railroad,
so this struck a note. Thank you for your honesty. How has this background
affected your writing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Robert
Stewart: My grandfather was a plumber. My father was a plumber and later an
executive in the plumbers and pipefitters union. One of my brothers and a
nephew still work with the tools. I worked, as well, as a ditch digger and in
the sewers of St. Louis, so I do feel at home with those working people. Moreover,
what they do is profoundly honorable, in my view. When my first book, &lt;i&gt;Plumber&lt;/i&gt;,
came out, I left a stack of about ten with my father, who lived across state
from me in St. Louis. The next time I visited, he said to bring more copies. “What
are you doing with them?” I asked. He was taking them to the union hall and selling
them. I have to say, I felt incredibly moved by that. One never gets over
certain early experiences. Just this September 2023, I published an essay
called “The Hole” in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogs.luc.edu/italianamericana/"&gt;Italian
Americana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(I am the grandson of Sicilian Immigrants), which is about my
work in manholes, excavations, ditches, and other forms of going down into the
earth, its dangers and culture. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You
asked earlier about titles, and I will add the two-word title of my 2018 book
of poems, &lt;i&gt;Working Class. &lt;/i&gt;That kind of generality normally would put me
off; but I had played around with other titles, all fancy poetic images, cute,
clever, and I decided, no; I want to just say something direct in the title and
let the poems complicate the matter. That’s also what I hope for &lt;i&gt;Higher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Denise
Low: Anything else you would like to add?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Robert
Stewart: A young woman student once asked Maxine Kumin how Kumin could tell if
a student had potential to succeed as a poet. What do you look for? the student
asked. Kumin answered, without hesitation, “Does she or he like to to play with words," Kumin answered, without hesitation. I happened to be present for the exchange, and I never forgot it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I
included a coda to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Higher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;, which is a quote from William Blake, “Energy
is eternal delight.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;One of my criteria
to measure how a poem would hold up includes how the language kind of dances,
despite the seriousness of the content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face="&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Denise
Low: Bob, thank you for affirming here and in your new book how Socrates’
statement is true eternally: The unexamined life is not worth living. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Robert Stewart&lt;/b&gt; is&amp;nbsp;the former editor
of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.newletters.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Letters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;magazine
at the University of Missouri-Kansas City, where he was also editor of New
Letters on the Air, a nationally syndicated literary radio program, and BkMk
Press. At UMKC he taught poetry writing, magazine writing, and magazine
editing. His books of essays include&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://amzn.to/3ZNCbhS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outside Language&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(finalist for a PEN
America award) and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://amzn.to/3XCmOXQ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The
Narrow Gate: Writing, Art &amp;amp; Values&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; He has won a
National Magazine Award for Editorial Achievement in the Essay category, from
the American Society of Magazine Editors. His books include&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Plumbers&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(poems,
BkMk Press), and others. Poems have appeared in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Denver Quarterly, The
Iowa Review, Poetry Northwest, Prairie Schooner, Mangrove, Stand, Notre Dame
Review, The Literary Review&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and other magazines. Anthology editorships
include&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Spud Songs: An Anthology of Potato Poems&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(with Gloria
Vando, benefit for hunger relief), and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Decade: Modern American Poets&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(with
Trish Reeves) and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Voices From the Interior&lt;/i&gt;. He also is co-editor of
the collection&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;New American Essays&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(with Conger Beasley Jr.,
New Letters/BkMk Press)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.newletters.org/on_the_air_shows/robert-stewart/"&gt;Interview
and reading&lt;/a&gt; from New Letters On the Air, audio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.themontrealreview.com/Poetry/Three-Poems-Robert-Stewart.php"&gt;Three
poems from &lt;i&gt;Higher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; published in &lt;i&gt;The Montreal Review&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BOOK DESCRIPTION OF &lt;i&gt;HIGHER: POEMS&lt;/i&gt;: “The poems in &lt;i&gt;Higher
&lt;/i&gt;are at once direct and resonant, celebratory of the natural world and of
spiritual aspirations. Rising from a working-class, blue-collar sensibility,
these pieces range from a short work about using a sledgehammer on a street
crew to a multi-part longer work about animals in changing nature. These lyric
poems include subtle metrics and enough narrative to drive events, often with
elegiac references to a military vet friend, a brother, a Sicilian grandmother,
and literary heroes. Their focus ultimately returns to hope and care for
children, often with no small amount of humor. This collection – from the
winner of a National Magazine Award and Prize Americana – attests to our
ability to pay attention, to detail what we see and what we hear, and, as such,
aspire to joy.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kKqTs2SmpkOk5sVCQ-fhFpelDHUEqJoxkI3mIDpHlZIeYtXYq3hpoJKPk8opczsoJZEwrMNz75s5FEwrtSF1AmNTvNdYFnkPHExJsn5tyMw7ymGVM43MBCc5lmNhYr1Ag0p7BSXCRmu7DEhIfxaqA-e26KDcLDtWL4mX8R5W8dHfwpxYQlJJjGd-ufbh/s72-w155-h200-c/Bob-edits-400-400.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Michael Harty Publishes TWENTY STORIES: POEMS about a Tall Texas Building and More!</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2023/07/michael-harty-publishes-twenty-stories.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>Lubbock</category><category>Lubbock poet</category><category>Michael Harty</category><category>Mike Harty</category><pubDate>Mon, 3 Jul 2023 10:52:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-8907251148066337115</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOADGjamJ2L3OLttYy5zBDAQuCEE4XrMLCcPFL464wUN5hQ6-vEeiDRrMNzV2FjsEzi5bwVPqKiq5PMb6M19tkKCmUbuIiS5Rbi1UtEC2S7F0ogJ_xdMBHWtmf1ItDD7uxeWRLH8jRQJZ8VFH1y8o9dsTX-pUCLRbylT-WM4XZAgnLNiRKSROLX5QK-U8/s462/mike3%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="462" data-original-width="308" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOADGjamJ2L3OLttYy5zBDAQuCEE4XrMLCcPFL464wUN5hQ6-vEeiDRrMNzV2FjsEzi5bwVPqKiq5PMb6M19tkKCmUbuIiS5Rbi1UtEC2S7F0ogJ_xdMBHWtmf1ItDD7uxeWRLH8jRQJZ8VFH1y8o9dsTX-pUCLRbylT-WM4XZAgnLNiRKSROLX5QK-U8/s320/mike3%20(1).jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Harty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; is a successful Kansas City
area poet with roots in Lubbock, Texas. His new Twenty Stories: Poems centers
on the tallest building in Lubbock, twenty-stories high. The pun on stories as
heights and as narratives works well in the collection. I also grew up in a
town with one tall building, a singular vertical in a flat grasslands town. In Emporia,
Kansas, it was the Broadview Tower. In William Stafford’s Kansas, it was the
building where the “elevator man” Gideon worked. Because of the large scale, there
is a cinematic quality that reminds me of Muriel Rukeyser’s work. The visual
point of view shifts around as well as the narration, the social contexts, and
the natural environment. The poems are well written, accessible yet complicated
by undercurrents, irony, and recurring themes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise Low:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;First, congratulations on this
original, provocative book!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your background as a poet? I
know&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;you win sonnet contests and publish
regularly. What has been your way into this practice?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxV_Py824ih2VPh72YeyyfVwFOGksJHTKxhlJpOaZbcUaKshvjBSNiyBk9sw70R_q0Xj_5Nbq9dIj1tQQLge5BdtBPC665H-iUusqItmL57GJo0mDWTfsEMIXM5Lg9j5n23gvb5m4x_mLNTafaj1MMKgWiLhDd1Qory02YRlsZeAKXQQImOG8-gJeZKdx/s499/HartyCvr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="333" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxV_Py824ih2VPh72YeyyfVwFOGksJHTKxhlJpOaZbcUaKshvjBSNiyBk9sw70R_q0Xj_5Nbq9dIj1tQQLge5BdtBPC665H-iUusqItmL57GJo0mDWTfsEMIXM5Lg9j5n23gvb5m4x_mLNTafaj1MMKgWiLhDd1Qory02YRlsZeAKXQQImOG8-gJeZKdx/s320/HartyCvr.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Harty:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
always had writerly ambitions, but I gave up my undergraduate English major
when I started thinking seriously about how I was going to earn a living.
Psychology was a good choice for me, but I did continue to dabble in more creative
writing alongside my clinical practice and some writing for professional journals. A
turning point came when I wrote a memorial poem for my mother-in-law, a dear person; people
were touched by that poem and encouraged me to do more. That encouragement helped me
to get past my reluctance to “come out” as a poet, and I started to write more
consistently, attend workshops and classes, and submit to journals. (As you know, classes I
took with you were an important part of the process.) It’s true that the sonnet form has an
appeal for me, and that sonnet competitions are a place where I’ve had some
success. I like the challenge of combining expressiveness with concision, which
all poetry requires but which in a sonnet needs to be contained within a (more
or less) fixed structure. The poems in &lt;i&gt;Twenty Stories,&lt;/i&gt; though, are very
different from that, with what seems to me a more rambling, narrative quality.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise Low: When I read &lt;i&gt;Twenty Stories&lt;/i&gt;, I think of
William Stafford’s “Serving with Gideon,” the poem where the “elevator
man" must drink from a paper cup and where “old boys who ran the town”
were generous to their own kind. He miniaturizes the small-town culture with a
few images, and you miniaturize the scale of Lubbock, Texas by taking readers
to a twenty-story-high view of the town. Was Stafford ever an influence on you?
Who are some other influences?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike Harty:&lt;/b&gt; Stafford is one of the poets I most
admire, for what seems to me his marvelously inventive language that still remains grounded in real life.
I will insert here a sonnet I wrote about him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Reading William Stafford’s Collection by Michael Harty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The cover opens like a neighbor’s door;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you welcome me, and speak to me in tones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;both generous and kind. A voice like home,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yet wise, prophetic almost; you abhor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pretension, yet you touch the very core&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;of human secrets, poem after poem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You write of small-town parks, of nights alone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;walks by the river; boots your father wore,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;farm animals and trees – a vision wide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as prairie, yet returning in the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to ordinary life, the shifting tides&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that hold and toss us all. The words you’ve penned&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;are like a voice from someone at my side:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“See, this is how things are. Join me, my friend.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s hard to identify specific influences beyond just
mentioning poets I’ve admired at different times: Frost, W.S. Merwin, Donald Hall and Jane
Kenyon, Dylan Thomas, Maurice Manning, plenty of others. I think also
growing up in the presence of the King James Bible has had a lasting
influence, via the majesty of its language and its connection with the most important
questions. And rock-and-roll is in there too, the sense of liberation through sound and
rhythm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise Low:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wonderful
poem—you capture his tone and settings so well, and your simple and effective, “…yet
returning in the end / to ordinary life, the shifting tides / that hold and
toss us all.” Exactly. In your poems, I love the narratives you create in your
poems, yet they are still lyrical. In your opinion, why are these poems and not
short stories or flash fiction?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike Harty:&lt;/b&gt; I’m glad you find the poems lyrical, as I
usually feel I work to make them that way; my revising process often seems to
move from something more prosy and expository to (hopefully) something more
evocative and layered. I’m not at all sure of the dividing line between, say,
prose poem and flash fiction: I think of the poem more in terms of the
illumination of a brief moment and the fiction as having more of a timeline and
a story arc, but I also think that doesn’t really hold, even in my own poems.
Maybe the reliance on images versus description is another point of difference,
but again far from absolute. Probably the truth is that the substance of many poems
would be suitable as well for a short (even long) fiction; I think in this book
that’s true of the poems about the shoeshine man and the bootlegger, for
example.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise Low: Boundaries of genres are shifting, indeed,
and I think you clarify the difference between prose poems and flash fiction
well. Story is implicit in any poem, more submerged in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;
century maybe than any other time in history. You work as a psychoanalyst,
where you must hear many stories. Who are your influences in that field? Jung?
And how has that work fed your creative writings?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike Harty:&lt;/b&gt; I recently looked through my accumulated
poems with the question in mind of which ones visibly drew on my psychoanalytic
work. I found surprisingly few. Occasionally there was a character, or a
situation drawn from that experience, but I came away thinking the main influence
was something less obvious but more pervasive, more in the nature of a habit of
mind or an outlook on life. It has to do with recognizing complexity
(especially in people’s motives), resisting quick answers, being willing to
face unpleasant truths without giving in to pessimism, finding beauty without
denying ugliness. Those are the aspirations, anyhow. As a psychoanalyst I’ve
never been much of a Jungian, as I tend to shy away from approaches that seem
overly mystical. I have, however, moved away from the more strictly Freudian
orientation of my early career into what would be called a more
“object-relational” approach. Probably the theorist I’ve found most influential
is Donald Winnicott, a British analyst who started out as a pediatrician and
had a lot of fruitful ideas about mothers and babies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise Low: What are you working on next? What are some
upcoming publications? Where can readers find your videos or audio readings
online?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike Harty:&lt;/b&gt; I do have another chapbook coming out any
time now (from Finishing Line&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Press); its title is “Real Country”, and the poems deal with
the world of a farm kid, which I both was and wasn’t. (My family lived on a
small farm, and I went to a country school, but my father’s work as well as our
church affiliation were in town.) Aside from that, there are a couple of
projects that are in some stage of development. One is a modified crown of
sonnets (nine &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;poems rather than the standard seven) portraying a baseball
team (a poem for each position). I don’t know where I’ll go with that one. The
other “project” is less organized, and I come back to it intermittently; it
consists of poems that imagine the later life of characters in old
rock-and-roll songs (“Maybelline”, “Long Tall Sally”, “Slow Walkin’ Jones”).
Generally, though, I’ve found it tougher to write lately, I think mainly
because political/societal issues, as well as the pandemic, have claimed so
much attention. Many thanks for this opportunity. I’m not at all good at having
an on-line presence, but I’m glad to hear from any readers who don’t want to
deal with Amazon. They can email me at mharty2[at]kc.rr.com.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twenty Stories: Poems&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Harty. &lt;/b&gt;$17.00.&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="https://kelsaybooks.com/products/twenty-stories"&gt;Twenty Stories –
Kelsay Books&lt;/a&gt; 978-1639803095&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Harty &lt;/b&gt;is a Kansas City poet now, but his
Texas boyhood is a continuing influence in his work. A second influence is his
long career as a practicing psychoanalyst, which fosters an appreciation for
the conflicts, struggles, and complexities of human life. His poems often have
appeared in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Texas Poetry Calendar,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as well as in other
periodicals including&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;New Letters, The Lyric, Measure, I-70 Review,
Coal City Review,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and others. Among his honors and recognitions are
several Pushcart nominations as well as awards in a number of sonnet
competitions – the Maria W. Faust Sonnet Contest, the Nebraska Shakespeare
sonnet competition, the Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award contest – and in the New
Letters Poetry Contest and the Rattle Magazine Ekphrastic Challenge. His first
chapbook,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Statue Game,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;appeared in 2015; both&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Twenty
Stories&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Real Country&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;are appearing in 2023. &lt;b&gt;More
about Michael Harty&lt;/b&gt;: Interview, Johnson County Library &lt;a href="https://www.jocolibrary.org/we-recommend/reviews/meet-author-michael-harty"&gt;Meet
the Author: Michael Harty | Johnson County Library (jocolibrary.org)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;Mike Harty poem, 2016 in Denise Low Postings &lt;a href="https://deniselow.blogspot.com/2016/03/michael-harty-poet-reads-april-17-from.html"&gt;Denise
Low Postings: Michael Harty, poet, reads April 17 from THE STATUE GAME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOADGjamJ2L3OLttYy5zBDAQuCEE4XrMLCcPFL464wUN5hQ6-vEeiDRrMNzV2FjsEzi5bwVPqKiq5PMb6M19tkKCmUbuIiS5Rbi1UtEC2S7F0ogJ_xdMBHWtmf1ItDD7uxeWRLH8jRQJZ8VFH1y8o9dsTX-pUCLRbylT-WM4XZAgnLNiRKSROLX5QK-U8/s72-c/mike3%20(1).jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Zoom Replay: San Francisco's Bird &amp; Beckett! Denise Low, Art Beck, Art Goodtimes--June 8, 2023</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2023/05/join-us-in-san-francisco-at-bird.html</link><category>Art Beck</category><category>Art Goodtimes</category><category>Bird &amp; Beckett</category><category>Denise Low</category><pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2023 20:25:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-8170884763042988212</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajU3TpioJv1Lw9SUM3PX9Rw-ElLXiFhEU-ag21xafgnhj6EesmpgM5HA2PGh11_-ZgueHW7wwzYtwIhtHxJboxjSVSos8Rszxzsg7flcj3Rd_Ocf1wPYeWNe-sIIyBha3lHUHVVx7nbcLSXIUzgseFnR03s9ac27TCdAZarGSpQrEEWV4dQvxsfv0jg/s1080/BeastsMHIposterFinal23%20(1).jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajU3TpioJv1Lw9SUM3PX9Rw-ElLXiFhEU-ag21xafgnhj6EesmpgM5HA2PGh11_-ZgueHW7wwzYtwIhtHxJboxjSVSos8Rszxzsg7flcj3Rd_Ocf1wPYeWNe-sIIyBha3lHUHVVx7nbcLSXIUzgseFnR03s9ac27TCdAZarGSpQrEEWV4dQvxsfv0jg/w400-h400/BeastsMHIposterFinal23%20(1).jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/live/QFpaZxdFijw?feature=share"&gt;Here is the link for the replay on the Bird &amp;amp; Beckett YouTube channel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 8, 2023- 7 pm,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Denise Low&lt;/b&gt;, Kansas Poet Laureate emerita, has won a
Red Mountain Press award, NEH grants, and other recognition for her writings
and research. She was president of the Associated Writing Programs board and is
a founding board member of Indigenous Nations Poets. Her memoir&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The
Turtle's Beating Heart: One Family's Story of Lenape Survival&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is from the
University of Nebraska Press. She has articles and reviews in &lt;i&gt;Unpapered: Native
Writers on Identity; PostIndian Aesthetics&lt;/i&gt;; and &lt;a href="https://marshhawkpress.org/denise-low-the-womanly-lineage-of-writerly-mentors/"&gt;Marsh
Hawk Press’s &lt;i&gt;Chapter One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; series. She has a close relationship to
jackalopes and sighted Bigfoot with her husband.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art Beck’s&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Opera Omnia Luxorius, a Duet for Sitar
and Trombone&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; won the 2013 Northern California Book Award for poetry
in translation. His &lt;i&gt;Mea Roma&lt;/i&gt;, a “meditative sampling” of Martial
epigrams was a runner up in the American Literary Translators Association 2018
Cliff Becker Book Prize. His &lt;i&gt;Etudes, a Rilke Recital&lt;/i&gt; was a finalist in
the 2021 NCBA. He will be reading from his 2022 volume, &lt;i&gt;Angel Rain, Poems 1977-2020.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Art Goodtimes&lt;/b&gt; retired in 2016 after five terms as Colorado’s
only Green Party county commissioner. He co-directs the Telluride Institute’s
Talking Gourds poetry project, is poetry editor for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fungimag.com/"&gt;Fungi Magazine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and co-hosts
the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sagegreenjournal.org/"&gt;Sage Green Journal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;online
anthology. He founded the Institute’s Prospect Basin Fen Project&amp;nbsp;and its
Ute Reconciliation and Indigenous Peoples Day projects and remains on their
advisory boards. His poetry books include&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;As If the World Really
Mattered&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(La Alameda Press) and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Looking South to Lone
Cone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Western Eye Press). He was co-editor of the anthology&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;MycoEpithalamia:
Mushroom Wedding Poems&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Fungi Press). Art’s latest book is&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Dancing
on Edge: The McRedeye Poems&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Lithic Press, Fruita, CO, 2019). A
widower and a grandpa, Art lives alone on Wrights Mesa near Norwood. His oldest
daughter Iris Willow and his granddaughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="https://calendar.google.com/calendar/u/0/embed?mode=week&amp;amp;src=r5o3loovr013c5rftpv75lji18@group.calendar.google.com&amp;amp;ctz=America/Los_Angeles"&gt;BIRD
&amp;amp; BECKETT EVENTS (google.com)&lt;/a&gt; Bird &amp;amp; Beckett 653 Chenery Street San
Francisco's Glen Park neighborhood. 415-586-3733 &lt;a href="http://www.birdbeckett.com"&gt;www.birdbeckett.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:birdbeckett@yahoo.com"&gt;birdbeckett@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajU3TpioJv1Lw9SUM3PX9Rw-ElLXiFhEU-ag21xafgnhj6EesmpgM5HA2PGh11_-ZgueHW7wwzYtwIhtHxJboxjSVSos8Rszxzsg7flcj3Rd_Ocf1wPYeWNe-sIIyBha3lHUHVVx7nbcLSXIUzgseFnR03s9ac27TCdAZarGSpQrEEWV4dQvxsfv0jg/s72-w400-h400-c/BeastsMHIposterFinal23%20(1).jpeg" width="72"/><georss:featurename xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">San Francisco, CA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">37.7749295 -122.4194155</georss:point><georss:box xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">16.386528810792207 -157.5756655 59.163330189207791 -87.2631655</georss:box><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Cynthia Cruz wins the 2023 National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2023/03/cynthia-cruz-wins-2023-national-book.html</link><category>Cynthia Cruz</category><pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2023 10:52:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-3211484097825079672</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifm-_ytlolnkPl2e23CA9DQ0l1rcv4wPV8RXVIYvveiCDG866AC_JEkV9ETbuNUyxNRLmK9D_Pn7-LLjNVe_zP_8fyUMCBw0LIQwOomURUDfTU4ym5JEABYJmpRj-OACcg2YDNB7YpBf8Bk_rr8P6ODH0hJ8tLG1jx-Z18MWmCHAf7gx857Gj-ZJJgA/s286/CruzCynthia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="186" data-original-width="286" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifm-_ytlolnkPl2e23CA9DQ0l1rcv4wPV8RXVIYvveiCDG866AC_JEkV9ETbuNUyxNRLmK9D_Pn7-LLjNVe_zP_8fyUMCBw0LIQwOomURUDfTU4ym5JEABYJmpRj-OACcg2YDNB7YpBf8Bk_rr8P6ODH0hJ8tLG1jx-Z18MWmCHAf7gx857Gj-ZJJgA/s1600/CruzCynthia.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBCC Poetry Prize winner Cynthia Cruz writes poetry and essays. Her
poem&lt;b style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt; “The Undersong” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;(2016) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;states an aspect of her poetics as it begins,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;“But whose voice will enter/ and what will I do/ with that brutal but
beautiful music.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;It continues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;In the city, from my hotel window&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I can see the elements and trace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Structures constructed to protect the mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;and the gorgeous culture of the body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;In the park nearby, at dusk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;With plastic transistor radio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;and magnetic apparatus,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;so small they fit into the palm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .3in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;of my hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;The
first-person narrator grieves—for what is not clear, beyond a generalized ennui
within urban disconnections. The “hotel window” viewpoint is one of a homeless
person, even if the perch in a hotel is temporary. The music, like poetry
itself, strives to “protect the mind” as it appeals to the corporeal senses.
All of the moment is a self-contained vignette, fitting “into the palm/ of my
hand.” Yet it also opens out into a shared condition, an “Undersong” that most
may not hear as its sadness plays below conscious awareness. This concise lyric
has its own music as it creates unexpected pangs in the listener/reader--myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Cruz
grew up in Northern California, a major influence, she explains in an&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="Ruptures and Interruptions: A Conversation with Cynthia Cruz — Paul Rowe – minor literature[s] (minorliteratures.com)"&gt;interview with Paul Rowe&lt;/a&gt;: “I grew up in a small town in rural Northern
California—there were hawks, rabbits, snakes. We had animals and acres and I
spent most of my girlhood outdoors chasing these creatures. In the long
driveway were cars and the carcasses of cars, engines and pieces. So, there’s
that—that landscape shaped me, made me who I am.” In her interview with she
continues to explain her early experiences as invisible to those middle class readers without a
similar background (of poverty, working class culture) but omnipresent, as “an interior or a flight to an
externalized interior: someplace away from the slick and sleek exteriors of the
Neoliberal city and suburbs and all that these places require” (interview with Paul Rowe, &lt;i&gt;Minor
Literature[s]&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Denise Low, 2023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cynthia
Cruz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;won the 2023 National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;with &lt;i&gt;Hotel
Oblivion&lt;/i&gt; (Four Way Books, 2022). She is the author of four other collections
of poetry, including three with Four Way Books:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How the End Begins&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2016),
&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wunderkammer&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2014), &lt;i&gt;The
Glimmering Room; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Ruin&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Alice
James, 2006). She has published poems in numerous literary journals and
magazines, including the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;New&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Yorker&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Kenyon
Review&lt;/i&gt;, the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Paris Review&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;BOMB&lt;/i&gt;, and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Boston
Review&lt;/i&gt;. She is the editor of an anthology of Latina poetry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Other
Musics: New Latina Poetry&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(University of Oklahoma Press, 2019). She
also publishes essays: &lt;i&gt;Disquieting: Essays on Silence&lt;/i&gt;, critical essays
exploring silence as a form of resistance (Book*hug, 2019) and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The
Melancholia of Class&lt;/i&gt; (Repeater Books, 2021). Cruz has received fellowships
from Yaddo and the MacDowell Colony as well as a Hodder Fellowship from
Princeton University. Cruz grew up in Northern California, where she earned her
BA at Mills College.&amp;nbsp;She has an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College in writing
and an MFA in Art Criticism &amp;amp; Writing from the School of Visual Arts. Cruz
is currently pursuing a PhD in German Studies at Rutgers University. She
teaches at Sarah Lawrence College.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Four
Way Books: &lt;a href="https://fourwaybooks.com/site/cynthia-cruz-author-page/"&gt;Four
Way Books » Cynthia Cruz Author Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Poem
Hunter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.poemhunter.com/cynthia-cruz/poems/" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Cynthia Cruz
Poems - Poems by Cynthia Cruz (poemhunter.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;
Poetry Foundation bio, poems, prose: &lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/cynthia-cruz"&gt;Cynthia Cruz |
Poetry Foundation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Video
reading of “Silence”: &lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/video/152195/cynthia-cruz-reads-silencer"&gt;Cynthia
Cruz reads “Silencer” - Ours Poetica | Poetry Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Academy
of American Poets: &lt;a href="https://poets.org/poet/cynthia-cruz"&gt;About Cynthia
Cruz | Academy of American Poets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifm-_ytlolnkPl2e23CA9DQ0l1rcv4wPV8RXVIYvveiCDG866AC_JEkV9ETbuNUyxNRLmK9D_Pn7-LLjNVe_zP_8fyUMCBw0LIQwOomURUDfTU4ym5JEABYJmpRj-OACcg2YDNB7YpBf8Bk_rr8P6ODH0hJ8tLG1jx-Z18MWmCHAf7gx857Gj-ZJJgA/s72-c/CruzCynthia.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>William J. Harris, an Ad Astra poet, is featured in Poetry (Feb. 2023)</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2023/02/william-j-harris-ad-astra-poet-is.html</link><category>Billy Joe Harris</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Sympathetic Magpies</category><category>William J. Harris</category><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2023 12:54:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-2121293746153954688</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtisC37jFDWY3w3DG4ZRwrvH7fdNjflZqILgMwHabosiL8Aw5JVen4mKEpUQ75WJnkaYdL_gNzhFxOT7uhB3b7R7r8n3BqQapOFXgieKTIXjZiWQmpyxKEcQj6Y0c6U1Q7bShHPBPSVJx6ho7f--LRPhABvHCoV0GcFlVQ_9A1DmsepUXxZwiZbwGuGA/s134/BillyJoeHarris2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="100" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtisC37jFDWY3w3DG4ZRwrvH7fdNjflZqILgMwHabosiL8Aw5JVen4mKEpUQ75WJnkaYdL_gNzhFxOT7uhB3b7R7r8n3BqQapOFXgieKTIXjZiWQmpyxKEcQj6Y0c6U1Q7bShHPBPSVJx6ho7f--LRPhABvHCoV0GcFlVQ_9A1DmsepUXxZwiZbwGuGA/w149-h200/BillyJoeHarris2.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A poem from this blog, published May 21, 2010, is among poems by friend, scholar, and poet Billy Joe Harris&amp;nbsp;in a portfolio of lyrics in the &lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-j-harris#tab-poems"&gt;Feb. issue of Poetry&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have always had the highest regard for Billy as a poet and as a person. Some of his generosity of character shines through in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/articles/159408/an-interview-with-william-j-harris"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poetry&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;interview&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that accompanies the portfolio. He was an essential member of the Poetini group that met regularly with Ken Irby, Judith Roitman, Stan Lombardo, Susan Harris, Joe Harrington, Jonathan Mayhew, Beth Reiber, Barnie Warf. &lt;u&gt;Below&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a reprint of that May 21 post, also available in the print anthology I published with the Washburn University Center for Kansas Studies, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stars-Kansas-Poets-Poetry-Project/dp/0980010276"&gt;To the Stars: Kansas Poets of the Ad Astra Poetry Project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Another poem, &lt;a href="ATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2010 William J. Harris poem &amp;quot;Practical Concerns&amp;quot;: Print and U-Tube Link William J. Harris   PRACTICAL CONCERNS  From a distance, I watch a man digging a hole with a machine. I go closer. The hole is deep and narrow.  I ask the ditchdigger if I may climb down and ask the bird a question. He says, why sure.  It's nice and cool in the ditch. The bird and I talk about singing. Very little about technique.  Louis Copt filmed Harris’s poem “Practical Concerns”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBhBVO-f_G4  Selected Publications of Wm. J. Harris: The Poetry and Poetics of Amiri Baraka: The Jazz Aesthetic (1985), Hey Fella Would You Mind Holding This Piano a Moment (1974), and In My Own Dark Way (1977).  Kansas Univ. Associate Professor Harris has also published poetry in fifty anthologies, and some of the more recent work appears in Uptown Conversation: The New Jazz Studies (2004) and Every Goodbye Ain't Gone: An Anthology of Innovative Poetry by African Americans (2006). He is the editor or co-editor of The LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka Reader (1991, 2000), Call and Response: The Riverside Anthology of African American Literary Tradition (1997) and a double issue of The African American Review on Amiri Baraka (Summer/Fall 2003).  For more on painter and film maker Louis Copt: http://www.louiscopt.com/  http://www.louiscopt.com/video.html "&gt;"Practical Concerns" by William J. Harris&lt;/a&gt; is also on this blog, Nov. 13, 2010). &lt;i&gt;Denise Low&lt;/i&gt;, Feb. 24, 2023.&lt;div&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Joe Harris, University of Kansas professor emeritus,
&lt;/b&gt;spent a sabbatical year studying poets and painters, including artist Giorgio
Morandi. He admires Morandi for “muted colors and radically reduced subject
matter.” He employs this approach to his own verse. His work suggests
narratives, but in such concise form that cultural referents may be minimal. In the poem “Sympathetic Magpies,” the Chinese origin of the legend is
secondary to the universal concept of bridges. Further, the stanzas’ own
parallel lines suggest intervals of bridge girders. Love creates a bridge
between mortal and immortal beings, and the interplay between heaven and earth
are universal. The memorable magic here is the bridge made of magpies. The poem
has parable-like directness, with love that can defy the decrees of heaven.
Like bridges, romance between a young weaver and herder can be set in most
times and places. The Milky Way itself is another kind of bridge. Then Harris
shifts to present time, inviting readers to also become part of legends through
the poem. With a few simple images—lovers, Heaven, and bridges—the poet creates
a story, briefly outlined yet complete like a Morandi painting. Harris said of
the painter: “His quiet visual drama tells you that you need no more than these
few objects to tell the human story.” This also applies to “Sympathetic
Magpies.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SYMPATHETIC MAGPIES by William J. Harris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old Chinese legend&lt;br /&gt;
About a weaving girl and a cowherd&lt;br /&gt;
Falling in love and being punished&lt;br /&gt;
By Heaven because she was celestial&lt;br /&gt;
And he was a mere mortal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heaven only allowed them to meet&lt;br /&gt;
Once a year&lt;br /&gt;
On the seventh day&lt;br /&gt;
Of the seventh month&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The magpies were so sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;
Each year&lt;br /&gt;
On that day&lt;br /&gt;
They made themselves&lt;br /&gt;
Into a bridge&lt;br /&gt;
Stretching across the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;
So the lovers could kiss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poems are sympathetic magpies&lt;br /&gt;
Bridges between lovers&lt;br /&gt;
Bridges between selves&lt;br /&gt;
Bridges between worlds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Education: Harris received a BA in English (Central State University 1968), MA
in Creative Writing (Stanford 1971), and PhD in English and American Literature
(Stanford 1974).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Career: William J. Harris is an emeritus professor of American literature,
African American literature, creative writing, and jazz studies. He taught at
the University of Kansas, Pennsylvania State University, and Cornell
University, among other universities. He lives in Brooklyn, New York. This poet
and critic’s books include: &lt;i&gt;Hey Fella Would You Mind Holding This Piano a
Moment&lt;/i&gt; (Ithaca House 1974), &lt;i&gt;In My Own Dark Way&lt;/i&gt; (Ithaca House 1977)
and &lt;i&gt;Personal Questions&lt;/i&gt; (Leconte Publishers, Rome, 2010). He has
published in over fifty anthologies. He is the author of the critical work &lt;i&gt;The
Poetry and Poetics of Amiri Baraka&lt;/i&gt; (University of Missouri Press 1985) and
editor of &lt;i&gt;The Leroi Jones/Amiri Baraka Reader&lt;/i&gt; (Thunder's Mouth Press,
1991, second edition, 2000).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtisC37jFDWY3w3DG4ZRwrvH7fdNjflZqILgMwHabosiL8Aw5JVen4mKEpUQ75WJnkaYdL_gNzhFxOT7uhB3b7R7r8n3BqQapOFXgieKTIXjZiWQmpyxKEcQj6Y0c6U1Q7bShHPBPSVJx6ho7f--LRPhABvHCoV0GcFlVQ_9A1DmsepUXxZwiZbwGuGA/s72-w149-h200-c/BillyJoeHarris2.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Tom Weso Paintings and Denise Low Poems: A Dialogue </title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/12/tom-weso-paintings-and-denise-low-poems.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>In the Direction of North</category><category>Tom Weso</category><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2022 20:17:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-2174337868066987648</guid><description>Thanks to folks associated with &lt;i&gt;Numero Cinq&lt;/i&gt;! This is from 2014, and it brings back fond memories. The poems ended up in &lt;i&gt;Melange Block,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Red Mountain Press. Click link for full chapbook.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://numerocinqmagazine.com/2014/06/09/in-the-direction-of-north-poems-paintings-denise-low-tom-pecore-weso/"&gt;In The Direction Of North: Poems &amp;amp; Paintings --- Denise Low &amp;amp; Thomas Pecore Weso | Numéro Cinq (numerocinqmagazine.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKgyO_kl2WAaEc2lLmc1oqUbUFfvMYauuFa4GmWZ-ssWYvcRjPulAb5KTuWfCcKa5DonE76PLadW17sjI0iSn7FDQjV3rNrOf4smzPM9RWkM5UDLkw5Bte1uz1mHC1kZ7UtGr3Z32yCO5PQmbxun9IoaUtHL1Do0H89-kKh_Rhc3V-LQQPBSM7ixznAg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="1024" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKgyO_kl2WAaEc2lLmc1oqUbUFfvMYauuFa4GmWZ-ssWYvcRjPulAb5KTuWfCcKa5DonE76PLadW17sjI0iSn7FDQjV3rNrOf4smzPM9RWkM5UDLkw5Bte1uz1mHC1kZ7UtGr3Z32yCO5PQmbxun9IoaUtHL1Do0H89-kKh_Rhc3V-LQQPBSM7ixznAg=w579-h293" width="579" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 120px;"&gt;A family burns chairs, clothes, and axes&lt;br /&gt;but nothing stops the silent killer.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors find them frozen in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 120px;"&gt;Another year trees explode.&lt;br /&gt;Crows fall from trees.&lt;br /&gt;Lakota winter counts show a black-ink crow.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Kindle writes, “&lt;i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;K’agi’ o’ta c’uwi’tat’api&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;Crows, they freeze to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 120px;"&gt;This enemy seeps through sills and door jambs.&lt;br /&gt;Chimney flues fill with its wrath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 120px;"&gt;North is its direction.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stops it from reaching&lt;br /&gt;through flesh to the center of bone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKgyO_kl2WAaEc2lLmc1oqUbUFfvMYauuFa4GmWZ-ssWYvcRjPulAb5KTuWfCcKa5DonE76PLadW17sjI0iSn7FDQjV3rNrOf4smzPM9RWkM5UDLkw5Bte1uz1mHC1kZ7UtGr3Z32yCO5PQmbxun9IoaUtHL1Do0H89-kKh_Rhc3V-LQQPBSM7ixznAg=s72-w579-h293-c" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>FREE SHIPPING for JIGSAW PUZZLING by Denise Low and more</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/11/free-shipping-for-jigsaw-puzzling-by.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>Jigsaw Puzzling</category><category>Jigsaw Puzzling: Essays</category><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2022 11:52:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-5189417083383561774</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqAMA_5aQnlqmb1eLAWMDQi19CcHgf4bMprUg5PwQAscxqFk7WetgyoS7SxCidRzXSXmxNiYqn5JCYzh1_xsDDgm4wRy9TXJPVM-jrwNDhRbVzseMzOpxqx8uGLn7LG202qDfgUX8QxtRwdyDlIde1yVpHwZ6e-nUu0-btyy4lQa41UJGEkN4ih_5vg/s2764/lowfrontcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="2764" data-original-width="1825" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqAMA_5aQnlqmb1eLAWMDQi19CcHgf4bMprUg5PwQAscxqFk7WetgyoS7SxCidRzXSXmxNiYqn5JCYzh1_xsDDgm4wRy9TXJPVM-jrwNDhRbVzseMzOpxqx8uGLn7LG202qDfgUX8QxtRwdyDlIde1yVpHwZ6e-nUu0-btyy4lQa41UJGEkN4ih_5vg/w133-h200/lowfrontcover.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please check out the &lt;b&gt;free shipping offer&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on top of other discounts for &lt;i&gt;Jigsaw Puzzling&lt;/i&gt; and my other out-of-stock books. Fast delivery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://deniselow.net/"&gt;www.deniselow.net&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://deniselow.net/"&gt;&lt;h3 style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; clear: both; color: black; display: inline !important; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Bitstream Charter&amp;quot;, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The 15 essays in this book document the pestilence that impacted our entire world. Low also explores the pop culture of jigsaw puzzlers while reflecting on art, geography, history, and more. She considers mosaics, reassembled pottery shards, play as rehearsal for life, and more.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqAMA_5aQnlqmb1eLAWMDQi19CcHgf4bMprUg5PwQAscxqFk7WetgyoS7SxCidRzXSXmxNiYqn5JCYzh1_xsDDgm4wRy9TXJPVM-jrwNDhRbVzseMzOpxqx8uGLn7LG202qDfgUX8QxtRwdyDlIde1yVpHwZ6e-nUu0-btyy4lQa41UJGEkN4ih_5vg/s72-w133-h200-c/lowfrontcover.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Denise Low reviews a first book by Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/11/denise-low-reviews-first-book-by.html</link><category>A Light To Do Shellwork By</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Georgiana Sanchez</category><category>Georgiana Valoyce</category><category>Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez</category><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2022 20:55:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-1640692884699138146</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/denis/Desktop/A%20Light%20To%20Do%20Shellwork%20By:%20Poems%20by%20Georgiana%20Valoyce-Sanchez%20%E2%80%93%20Scarlet%20Tanager%20Books"&gt;A
Light To Do Shellwork By, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;by&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://scarlettanager.com/authors/#valoyce"&gt;Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.
(Scarlet Tanager Press. $18.00. ISBN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7xD6rpAcROMogeE_kKbzxmlhCOJM9imB3K_dbNPKUwtbJrPMRTxb97gTyIMVyA0flR_YbxY7OxOPPle87wsdCKtTbSgHftjS5OGqiNvelvqnDn3T1UBKG_pn-ct1gTh9ujeCPg-Krv0w8U4xHeKTtOQitFlRoSjutOOqKu_c8J4W_4dA3SS2lyfCkQ/s263/lighttodoshellwork-175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="175" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7xD6rpAcROMogeE_kKbzxmlhCOJM9imB3K_dbNPKUwtbJrPMRTxb97gTyIMVyA0flR_YbxY7OxOPPle87wsdCKtTbSgHftjS5OGqiNvelvqnDn3T1UBKG_pn-ct1gTh9ujeCPg-Krv0w8U4xHeKTtOQitFlRoSjutOOqKu_c8J4W_4dA3SS2lyfCkQ/s1600/lighttodoshellwork-175.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9781734531350 2022). This California
Indigenous author, of Islander and Coastal Chumash people and an enrolled O’odham
member, publishes her first full-length collection of poetry. This elder’s book
is an important link among generations. The poems celebrate and renew family spiritual
practices, as in the poem “The Fox Paw and Coyote Blessing.” It describes the
narrator’s conversation with her departed grandmother:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. . . The morning of my Giveaway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;at the Sunrise Ceremony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sprinkling tobacco to the east&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;of the ceremonial ring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I prayed to my Papago Pima gramma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who died a few years back but is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alive somewhere . .&lt;/b&gt; . .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(p. 35).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The narrator knows the grandmother is “alive somewhere,” and
the poem adds another dimension to that reality. Another intergenerational work
is “The Red Shawl,” a dramatic poem that works well on the page. Valoyce-Sanchez
has faith the readers will receive her words as living testaments. Her
generosity of spirit pervades the poems.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am honored to have been asked to write the foreword to
this important book, which includes these comments about the title: “Especially
moving in &lt;i&gt;A Light to Do Shellwork&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;By&lt;/i&gt; are the poems about the
narrator’s father, in his nineties, as he finds his way through blindness and
memories. Respect for this man’s life embodies the respect for all the cultural
traditions. His [Chumash] people have survived over five-hundred years of contact
with settlers from the west and the east. Prayers, songs, dances, and poems are
among the techniques of survival, for a people and for the individuals.
Gratitude to Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez for this magnificent gift” (ix-xi). A stanza
from the title poem “&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/denis/Desktop/A%20Light%20To%20Do%20Shellwork%20By:%20Poems"&gt;A
Light To Do Shellwork By&lt;/a&gt;,” tells about the day the poet’s father died, :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ocean sang in my father’s hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;abalone pendants shimmered rainbows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the ears of pretty girls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and shellwork dotted driftwood carvings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
cowrie shells, cone shells, volute shells&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
red, black, white, blue, brown, green shells&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the life they once held&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sacred&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;old stories etched on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the lifeline of my father’s palm . . . &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(p. 61)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The verse includes culturally based topics as well as recent
political issues, such as tribal terminations by the federal government.
California Indigenous peoples suffered some of the worst persecutions and
violence from settlers. &lt;i&gt;A Light To Do Shellwork By&lt;/i&gt; is a healing work
that looks forward without forgetting the past. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Biography:&lt;b&gt; GEORGIANA VALOYCE-SANCHEZ, &lt;/b&gt;author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://scarlettanager.com/a-light-to-do-shellwork-by-poems-by-georgiana-valoyce-sanchez/"&gt;A
Light To Do Shellwork By: Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Scarlet Tanager Books, 2022), is
a descendant of Islander and Coastal Chumash Peoples from her father’s lineage,
and O’odham (Akimel and Tohono) from her mother’s lineage. She is currently an
enrolled member of The Coastal Band of the Chumash Nation and chair of the
Chumash Women’s Elders Council for the Wishtoyo Foundation. She taught many
different classes for the American Indian Studies Program at California State
University, Long Beach, including two classes she designed: “World Genocides:
An American Indian Perspective,” with graduate student Anna Nazarian-Peters,
and “Conduits of California Indian Cultures: Art, Music, Dance and
Storytelling.” She retired from CSULB in 2014, after twenty-seven years. She
was a board member for many years at the California Indian Storytelling
Association, and she continues to be an advocate for California Indian
languages and sacred sites. Her poem “I Saw My Father Today” is on display at
the Embarcadero Muni/BART station as one of twelve poems cast in bronze and
placed prominently in San Francisco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Praise for &lt;i&gt;A Light To Do Shellwork By&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;This long-awaited book of poetry by Georgiana
Valoyce-Sanchez is a beautiful masterwork on how to take care of the light of
knowledge given to her by family, by the lands and the waters. Each poem is as
delicate and precise as a carved shell. Each shell-poem reminds us of the
original purpose of poetry, to function as blessing songs, as memory holders,
or observations for what is humbly important but might go unseen unless given a
place to live in a poem. These poems will take you to the ocean’s edge and allow
you to listen deeply to the blue deep. They will take you to the desert and
sing into you the shimmer of rain feeding the generous expanse of sunlight.
With this collection of poetry, you will make it home."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
— Joy Harjo (Muscogee Creek Nation)&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;23rd U.S. Poet Laureate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“An illustration of intimate family history that’s a
testament to the continuity of Indigenous life and poetics in California.” &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/georgiana-valoyce-sanchez/a-light-to-do-shellwork-by/"&gt;Kirkus
Review&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7xD6rpAcROMogeE_kKbzxmlhCOJM9imB3K_dbNPKUwtbJrPMRTxb97gTyIMVyA0flR_YbxY7OxOPPle87wsdCKtTbSgHftjS5OGqiNvelvqnDn3T1UBKG_pn-ct1gTh9ujeCPg-Krv0w8U4xHeKTtOQitFlRoSjutOOqKu_c8J4W_4dA3SS2lyfCkQ/s72-c/lighttodoshellwork-175.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Meadowlark Books Publishes Denise Low's Book of Essays Jigsaw Puzzling</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/11/jigsaw-puzzling-essays-in-time-of.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>Essays</category><category>Jigsaw</category><category>Meadowlark Books</category><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2022 12:44:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-6573675826173150564</guid><description>&lt;p style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Bitstream Charter&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;JIGSAW PUZZLING: ESSAYS IN A TIME OF PESTILENCE by Denise Low, Meadowlark Press. 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Denise Low considers mosaics, reassembled pottery shards, play as rehearsal for life, and more. She quotes other literary jigsaw authors like Susan Sontag, Gaston Bachelard, Margaret Drabble and poets James Merrill and Dick Allen. “I never underestimate the power of a single puzzle piece. It fits within a whole, like each moment of my unfolding life story.” —Denise Low&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Bitstream Charter&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Online discount 20% off. 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Unlike some of us who lurched into bread baking, home renovation, or exploring the life of the hermit, Denise Low instead challenged a world of logic and symmetry by setting out to master the domain of the jigsaw puzzle. This is a realm of surety: logic within defined boundaries. Solving a puzzle demands concentration and leads to a higher contemplation of morality and ethics, as well. Denise Low has brilliantly accomplished this unfolding of the simple into the multifarious with insight and charm. —Sandy McIntosh, author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Plan B: A Poet’s Survivors Manual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Bitstream Charter&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Obsessions never fail to get my attention, especially when they concern things I completely overlook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Jigsaw Puzzling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;is a dive down unsuspected rabbit holes of jigsaw culture and plague history, lessons in art, geography, and much more. If you know Denise Low’s books–I do, I’ve read them all–you know her as a sharp, droll observer of the natural world, including the world of human nature. Her quiet, poetic voice leads a reader into hidden rooms filled with surprises, striking notes that resonate deeply with the world we live in. A wonderful read with or without a pandemic! –Jim Gilkeson, author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Three Lost Worlds: A Memoir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Lucille Lang Day, Wampanoag-descent poet, writes bold beauty</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/11/lucille-lang-day-to-read-and-discuss.html</link><category>Birds of San Pancho</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Lucille Lang Day</category><category>Scarlet Tanager Press</category><pubDate>Sun, 6 Nov 2022 21:32:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-1751894749807243618</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LUCILLE LANG DAY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The talented, generous writer &lt;a href="http://www.lucillelangday.com/"&gt;Lucille Lang Day&lt;/a&gt; is author most
recently of &lt;i&gt;Birds of San Pancho and Other Poems of Place&lt;/i&gt; (Blue Light Press:
First World Publishing, 2020). She contributes to the literary community in so
many ways. First, she is publisher of &lt;a href="https://scarlettanager.com/"&gt;Scarlet
Tanager Press&lt;/a&gt;, an independent press that publishes Indigenous and other
writers. She edits anthologies, including &lt;i&gt;Red Indian Road West: Native
American Poetry from&lt;/i&gt; California (co-edited with &lt;a href="https://scarlettanager.com/authors/#schweigman"&gt;Kurt Schweigman&lt;/a&gt;,
Scarlet Tanager) and &lt;i&gt;Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;
(co-edited with &lt;a href="https://scarlettanager.com/authors/#nolan"&gt;Ruth Nolan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.
She organizes readings, supports Scarlet Tanager authors at the Associated
Writing Programs conference, and appears at events. In addition to her support
for others, her own poetry is dynamite. The title poem of her latest book &lt;i&gt;Birds
of San Pancho&lt;/i&gt; begins:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeYfsj_hpv91_4v2b9cm6maLq8ozpdn2fAXQn1VwqeISXDbCmmt8Qwde8JRU6ItwFqMhBUG_g3YNsBV2SMUy_Ko1Oet8pj0LrRTRMbQk9P_wNAmtiWGiwkucWmwFH-T7eBG6cAjFrAutsOZ-AaLC7baN7JQCxvL6g7n0AtG79k3raSFn9t8tInij_qg/s960/LucilleLangDay-768x960.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeYfsj_hpv91_4v2b9cm6maLq8ozpdn2fAXQn1VwqeISXDbCmmt8Qwde8JRU6ItwFqMhBUG_g3YNsBV2SMUy_Ko1Oet8pj0LrRTRMbQk9P_wNAmtiWGiwkucWmwFH-T7eBG6cAjFrAutsOZ-AaLC7baN7JQCxvL6g7n0AtG79k3raSFn9t8tInij_qg/w160-h200/LucilleLangDay-768x960.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A great kiskadee sits on the
casa wall&lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;belting its exuberant song
above&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the dusty, cobblestone street.
The bird&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is masked like a raccoon, its
breast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yellow as the butterflies that
flit &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amid hibiscus and
bougainvillea. . . .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;The poet describes the scene with
bold brushstrokes, unafraid of interpretive adjectives like “exuberant” and a vivid
comparison of a bird’s head markings to a raccoon’s mask. She is in control of
syntax as she effortlessly progresses through the poem. Her balance of
description and reflection keeps the poem interesting as it builds to its
ending point:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Later, at the lagoon, a great
blue heron,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a little blue heron, a green
heron,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a night heron, two great
egrets, eight&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;snowy egrets and twenty cattle
egrets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gather while brown pelicans
dive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for fish and the sun’s bright
disk sinks&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;into the sea. When it
disappears,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the egrets rise in groups and
pairs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to settle in two coconut palms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the night. Oh, to sit up
there too—&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;safe, having eaten my
fill—with&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;folded wings, watching over
creation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Focus is on the birds and nature’s
patterns, not the poet’s life and ego—until the very end when the poet enters
into the moment to share, not to overwhelm the entire poem. Her “Vincent’s
Bedroom at Arles” is a perfect double ekphrastic poem—about the painting and
about the physical room itself—and then it turns out the Arles citizenry
recreated this room because the original was destroyed during World War II. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This gives Day occasion to ponder
intersections of fiction and reality on many levels, made (seemingly)
effortless in her poet’s spell. “At Lake Tahoe” is another well calibrated poem
about the poet’s Wampanoag ancestry set side-by-side with California Indigenous
people of this place, the Washoes. It ends: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet in summer Washoes still do the Pine Nut Dance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and Wampanoags do the Grass Dance to keep the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in balance and remind us that the Earth is living, every&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rock is sacred, and every tree and salmon has a soul. (79)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day is able to tie two coasts together in this ending—the Massachusetts
Wampanoags and the California Washoes. This understanding of unities is one of
the pleasures of the collection. Day has a science Ph.D., and also M.F.A. in
creative writing. She puts these two perspectives to good use in her writing.
It is precise, complete, and transformative. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interview with SF Review of Books &lt;a href="http://zararaabblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/interview-with-lucille-lang-day-2011-by.html"&gt;Zara's
Blog (zararaabblog.blogspot.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poem by Lucille Lang dYetay, Valpraiso, “&lt;a href="https://www.valpo.edu/vpr/v16n1/v16n1poetry/daybirds.php"&gt;Birds of San
Pancho&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poem by Lucille Lang Day &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/lucille-lang-day"&gt;Poetry
Foundation,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;“Tooth Painter,”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Video of Lucille Lang Day &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFTu2I5Nw4k"&gt;Berkeley Public Library
poetry reading&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Video of Lucille Lang Day “&lt;a href="https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Lucille+Lang+Day&amp;amp;&amp;amp;view=detail&amp;amp;mid=E9346DDC327CF4A8AC2FE9346DDC327CF4A8AC2F&amp;amp;&amp;amp;FORM=VRDGAR&amp;amp;ru=%2Fvideos%2Fsearch%3Fq%3DLucille%2BLang%2BDay%26FORM%3DHDRSC3"&gt;How
to Publish a Memoir&lt;/a&gt;,” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucille Lang Day&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the author of seven
full-length poetry collections and four poetry chapbooks. Her latest collection
is&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Birds of San Pancho and Other Poems of Place&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Blue Light
Press, 2020). She has also edited the anthology&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Poetry and Science:
Writing Our Way to Discovery&lt;/i&gt;, and she coedited&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Fire and Rain:
Ecopoetry of California&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Red Indian Road West: Native
American Poetry from California&lt;/i&gt;. Other publications are two children’s
books and a memoir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Married at Fourteen: A True Story&lt;/i&gt;. Her many
honors include the Blue Light Poetry Prize, two PEN Oakland-Josephine Miles
Literary Awards, the Joseph Henry Jackson Award, and eleven Pushcart Prize
nominations. She holds an M.F.A. in creative writing from San Francisco State
University, an MA in zoology, and a Ph.D. in science/mathematics education from
the University of California at Berkeley. She lives in Oakland, California. She
is of Wampanoag, British, and Swiss/German descent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucillelangday.com/"&gt;www.lucillelangday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise Low&lt;/b&gt;, Kansas Poet Laureate 2007-09, won the
Editor’s Choice Red Mountain Press Poetry Award for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Shadow Light&lt;/i&gt;.
Other publications are memoirs&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Turtle’s Beating Heart: One Family’s
Story of Lenape Survival&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(U. of Nebraska Press,) and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jigsaw-Puzzling-Essays-Time-Pestilence/dp/1956578269"&gt;Jigsaw
Puzzling: Essays in a Time of Pestilence&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Meadowlark, Sept.
2022);&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Wing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Red Mountain, Hefner Heitz Award finalist);&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Casino
Bestiary&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Spartan); and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Jackalope&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(fiction, Red
Mountain). She is co-author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Northern Cheyenne Ledger Art by Fort
Robinson Breakout Survivors&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(U. of Nebraska Press, Ks. Notable Book).
Her PhD in literature and creative writing is from the University of Kansas,
and her MFA is from Wichita State. At Haskell Indian Nations University, she
founded the creative writing program. She teaches for Baker University’s School
of Professional and Graduate Studies. Board memberships include Indigenous
Native Poets (In-Na-Po) and Associated Writers and Writing Programs (past
president and contributing editor). Her heritage includes British Isles,
German, and Lenape/Munsee (Delaware). She lives in California’s Sonoma County.&lt;a href="https://nam03.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.deniselow.net%2F&amp;amp;data=02%7C01%7CBARKERDK%40uwec.edu%7Cff571df9fcaf49da544a08d817a2c361%7Cdd068b97759349388b3214faef2af1d8%7C0%7C0%7C637285335111035034&amp;amp;sdata=nwazwyfe0mmbKBL3T%2FuYTS4FxiL7haYdCT%2BxpuErNpc%3D&amp;amp;reserved=0"&gt;www.deniselow.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeYfsj_hpv91_4v2b9cm6maLq8ozpdn2fAXQn1VwqeISXDbCmmt8Qwde8JRU6ItwFqMhBUG_g3YNsBV2SMUy_Ko1Oet8pj0LrRTRMbQk9P_wNAmtiWGiwkucWmwFH-T7eBG6cAjFrAutsOZ-AaLC7baN7JQCxvL6g7n0AtG79k3raSFn9t8tInij_qg/s72-w160-h200-c/LucilleLangDay-768x960.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Denise Low: The Ethics of Endorsements and Book Reviews</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/08/denise-low-ethics-of-endorsements-and.html</link><category>Blurb ethics</category><category>Book Review ethics</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>Ethics of Blurbs</category><category>Ethics of Endorsements</category><category>Ethics of Reviews</category><pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2022 13:22:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-5190376830413614491</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECYA2cT0BFfaVaWtAv10fbumKG9Y0voRdNGNyf6N8SPULpNjDZP9TBXlcgudQdeJcPupHPVwfx5tD00-1pRmEZUMekGexpfW1xPaBc_ahOSLrN5A3eue-bjsSSYz7hQmfsfn4zh3UXjxdvo5JTuHTXt7KTaCsjmy1hUB52A3HLpqc107jk7KhrQXyPA/s412/denisereading9.1.13bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I began book reviewing for the &lt;i&gt;Kansas City Star &lt;/i&gt;and for literary journals. When I signed a contract as a freelancer for the &lt;i&gt;KC Star,&lt;/i&gt; I learned the importance of ethics for this respected newspaper, which has won Pulitzers. Informally, as editor of the &lt;i&gt;Cottonwood Review&lt;/i&gt; and then on the board of Bob Woodley Memorial Press (until I published a book with them). The ethics were obvious and not complicated: do not review or endorse any publication where there is a conflict of interest. Conflict of interest especially involves exchange of money.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECYA2cT0BFfaVaWtAv10fbumKG9Y0voRdNGNyf6N8SPULpNjDZP9TBXlcgudQdeJcPupHPVwfx5tD00-1pRmEZUMekGexpfW1xPaBc_ahOSLrN5A3eue-bjsSSYz7hQmfsfn4zh3UXjxdvo5JTuHTXt7KTaCsjmy1hUB52A3HLpqc107jk7KhrQXyPA/s412/denisereading9.1.13bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="412" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECYA2cT0BFfaVaWtAv10fbumKG9Y0voRdNGNyf6N8SPULpNjDZP9TBXlcgudQdeJcPupHPVwfx5tD00-1pRmEZUMekGexpfW1xPaBc_ahOSLrN5A3eue-bjsSSYz7hQmfsfn4zh3UXjxdvo5JTuHTXt7KTaCsjmy1hUB52A3HLpqc107jk7KhrQXyPA/w200-h163/denisereading9.1.13bweb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, after print-on-demand has made self-publishing an industry, these ethics are not always apparent. Some important review venues sell reviews, like &lt;a href="https://www.kirkusreviews.com/indie-reviews/"&gt;Kirkus Review Indie&lt;/a&gt;, where reviews cost about $500. &lt;i&gt;Kirkus &lt;/i&gt;has been a long-time, respected publication, and its main company still is. This side-gig company is a moneymaker that exploits vanity authors. I avoid &lt;i&gt;Kirkus &lt;/i&gt;completely now. This is old school; the basic rules of book reviewing are these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not review books by family members, employers, employees, and others with whom you have a close personal relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not review books for which you have received money for any part of the publication process--proofing, copyediting, design, promotional work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not review books you have not read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not write promotional reviews under a pseudonym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not do anything sketchy, as your name as an ethical person is important in this business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selling review copies is considered unethical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethical practices for endorsements (blurbs) are a bit more relaxed, as often people blurb for friends and for students. However, once money exchanges hand for any part of the writing-editing-publishing-promotion process, you may not endorse nor review the publication.&amp;nbsp; Do not use any text for a blurb or other promotion without permission. A famous poet once wrote me a great compliment about a book in a letter, and she was insulted when I asked to use it as a blurb. Her reaction has stayed with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a first post about this issue, but a situation arose where the conflict-of-issue was clear, and the other party had never learned of the ethics of writing reviews and endorsements.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECYA2cT0BFfaVaWtAv10fbumKG9Y0voRdNGNyf6N8SPULpNjDZP9TBXlcgudQdeJcPupHPVwfx5tD00-1pRmEZUMekGexpfW1xPaBc_ahOSLrN5A3eue-bjsSSYz7hQmfsfn4zh3UXjxdvo5JTuHTXt7KTaCsjmy1hUB52A3HLpqc107jk7KhrQXyPA/s72-w200-h163-c/denisereading9.1.13bweb.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Annie Newcomber interviews J. Kahn</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/08/annie-newcomber-interviews-j-kahn.html</link><category>Annie Newcomer</category><category>Denise Low</category><category>J. Khan</category><category>Jemshed Khan</category><pubDate>Sun, 7 Aug 2022 16:29:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-1509008822441036795</guid><description>Kansas City has a lively arts scene, including literary arts, and one of the most compelling voices is that of&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQg8Zpuwn-BHDlJu3JY7j8cdIHRHnxSMnY4Xceswv64_zBZpiNo9zQSJdOTM2-WeIOZQ_J54DB80WwxQgZeTsXvTZfuUL43SmKhFotyS4aSa3rEJJXc788VndhZkOkP0EBxoE0xNVA_rVNrMPdRbkACq0rgjiRDQUnJNAr-oe8fjwBTmrTMab28K3WA/s263/JemKhan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="192" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQg8Zpuwn-BHDlJu3JY7j8cdIHRHnxSMnY4Xceswv64_zBZpiNo9zQSJdOTM2-WeIOZQ_J54DB80WwxQgZeTsXvTZfuUL43SmKhFotyS4aSa3rEJJXc788VndhZkOkP0EBxoE0xNVA_rVNrMPdRbkACq0rgjiRDQUnJNAr-oe8fjwBTmrTMab28K3WA/w146-h200/JemKhan.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jemshen Khan. Poet Annie Newcomer interviews him about his recent book at&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.flapperpress.com/post/the-flapper-press-poetry-caf%C3%A9-poetry-for-a-complex-world-the-poetry-of-j-khan?cid=d52feb03-e91f-4bc1-a629-4d8bae56c049&amp;amp;utm_campaign=471998c9-a6af-4eda-8108-b1ff24bf72da&amp;amp;utm_medium=mail&amp;amp;utm_source=so"&gt;Flapper Press Poetry Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. He tells about his mission in writing poetry: Resistance writing, especially, is a path of one's own making. Devoting writing energy to beliefs that run contrary to established interests is a step toward a specific type of freedom, waking a few readers from the trance of mainstream propaganda." His chapbook &lt;a href="https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/speech-in-an-age-of-certainty-by-j-khan/"&gt;Speech in an Age of Certainty&lt;/a&gt; is available from Finishing Line Press. The interview also has a preview of his next book, &lt;i&gt;The Popol Vuh: An Illustrated Epic,&lt;/i&gt; based on a Mayan creation narrative. I interviewed him also for this blog, &lt;a href="https://deniselow.blogspot.com/2021/08/denise-low-interviews-jemshed-khan.html"&gt;Denise Low Interviews Jemshed Khan&lt;/a&gt;. Khan is a poet working from his experience donating medical assistance to Guatemalan people, his experience as an immigrant, and his experience as a person of conscience. Please enjoy his humanity and grace in this interview, and thanks to Newcomer for bringing this to the literary community! Her chapbook &lt;a href="https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/comets-by-annie-klier-newcomer/"&gt;Comets: Relationships That Wander&lt;/a&gt; is from Finishing Line Press. Viva Kansas City!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnacUv20GQ6phP1yc-4mt2VMpEXc9r-71mK7vlKv8crTzahcDkX65ibcR637rUzupcbRK2Z6BOGsHf-79wNe6-WX328dZjv4vTMVBFHZyMGt292AHxcx1Pb0MwXnp5EY_v7-VwENA9zlOrhXOn1c1EGnJ-FsCB9AAYPsCXPvvF-cG6Qkf-0zDcEToQXw/s300/AnnieNewcomer.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="225" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnacUv20GQ6phP1yc-4mt2VMpEXc9r-71mK7vlKv8crTzahcDkX65ibcR637rUzupcbRK2Z6BOGsHf-79wNe6-WX328dZjv4vTMVBFHZyMGt292AHxcx1Pb0MwXnp5EY_v7-VwENA9zlOrhXOn1c1EGnJ-FsCB9AAYPsCXPvvF-cG6Qkf-0zDcEToQXw/w150-h200/AnnieNewcomer.webp" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQg8Zpuwn-BHDlJu3JY7j8cdIHRHnxSMnY4Xceswv64_zBZpiNo9zQSJdOTM2-WeIOZQ_J54DB80WwxQgZeTsXvTZfuUL43SmKhFotyS4aSa3rEJJXc788VndhZkOkP0EBxoE0xNVA_rVNrMPdRbkACq0rgjiRDQUnJNAr-oe8fjwBTmrTMab28K3WA/s72-w146-h200-c/JemKhan.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Poetry Unbound discovers blood messages in Denise Low's poetry</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/07/poetry-unbound-discovers-blood-messages.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2022 16:14:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-6080966843531320369</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I so appreciate the close reading of my poem "Walking with My Delaware Grandfather" in&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xXuZymIf7x1g9tuMPFzvQn7bT4BOxd4-pkD8OPbdRzKFkvRUWdyBK9KQwlObxjsh786CjhSh0-l4wn8-AL49CY18ToPTiM0PY3bLqcBz1D7NPvfGSYhweN2UYwAOdKfXjkWB_Gg6VFT_IOladUsNnuxK360ac6L5psck5JBKJhMNObAuAGW0sbgUOg/s722/12FrankBrunerTeenager.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="722" data-original-width="449" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xXuZymIf7x1g9tuMPFzvQn7bT4BOxd4-pkD8OPbdRzKFkvRUWdyBK9KQwlObxjsh786CjhSh0-l4wn8-AL49CY18ToPTiM0PY3bLqcBz1D7NPvfGSYhweN2UYwAOdKfXjkWB_Gg6VFT_IOladUsNnuxK360ac6L5psck5JBKJhMNObAuAGW0sbgUOg/s320/12FrankBrunerTeenager.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; their Poetry Unbound series. Their commentator&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: super, serif; font-size: 20.7789px;"&gt;Pádraig Ó Tuama&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;says, "&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: super, serif; font-size: 20.7789px;"&gt;This poem has a deep knowledge about what it means for your own body to bear witness to your past, to your generatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: super, serif; font-size: 20.7789px;"&gt;ns past. The grandfather in this poem is one of the four generations being evoked, because we hear of Denise, we hear of her mother, of her grandfather, and that man’s mother, also. And he’s walking, and he doesn’t seem unsettled, but he seems to be looking for a home to be found in the body and life and experiences of his granddaughter. And an invitation from this is to consider, what are the ways within my past generations are looking for a home, maybe a resolution, maybe an opportunity for change, maybe an opportunity for defiance, maybe an opportunity to say: 'I’m still here'?" Read or listen to the poem here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://onbeing.org/programs/denise-low-walking-with-my-delaware-grandfather/"&gt;Denise Low — Walking with My Delaware Grandfather | The On Being Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xXuZymIf7x1g9tuMPFzvQn7bT4BOxd4-pkD8OPbdRzKFkvRUWdyBK9KQwlObxjsh786CjhSh0-l4wn8-AL49CY18ToPTiM0PY3bLqcBz1D7NPvfGSYhweN2UYwAOdKfXjkWB_Gg6VFT_IOladUsNnuxK360ac6L5psck5JBKJhMNObAuAGW0sbgUOg/s72-c/12FrankBrunerTeenager.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>DENISE LOW interviews Twin Cities writer KATHRYN KYSAR</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/05/denise-low-interviews-twin-cities.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>Kathryn Kysar</category><pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2022 21:46:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-148698052323818214</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RpoUp8MX9z5NIl_JN-mAAlB0lAvRS39oIzf7JjvoWmobPUYpaykXMSk_NHVkSdsAAcGJi9WDVnZaawxvOl4yOacs7E6uPpoO6BWCplF3La22KZeX7LL2rxOxfeNVey-mPN4cbgEBjihANAlVBtrEcvWonPBFiw6SW-oiMbu1sOY-9WCtBRznBBA8qg/s960/Kysar%20January%202021_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RpoUp8MX9z5NIl_JN-mAAlB0lAvRS39oIzf7JjvoWmobPUYpaykXMSk_NHVkSdsAAcGJi9WDVnZaawxvOl4yOacs7E6uPpoO6BWCplF3La22KZeX7LL2rxOxfeNVey-mPN4cbgEBjihANAlVBtrEcvWonPBFiw6SW-oiMbu1sOY-9WCtBRznBBA8qg/w200-h200/Kysar%20January%202021_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kathryn Kysar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; is the
author of the poetry books &lt;i&gt;Dark Lake&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Pretend the World&lt;/i&gt;, and
she edited &lt;i&gt;Riding Shotgun: Women Write about Their Mothers&lt;/i&gt;. We attended
graduate school together at Wichita State University, one of the oldest MFA
programs in the country, and we have remained friends. Kysar writes passionately
and cares passionately about participating in literary communities. She founded the creative writing program at Anoka-Ramsey Community College, and
she has been active as a board member of major literary organizations (AWP,
Rain Taxi) as a behind-the-scenes booster. She’s recently published
poetry in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1133147"&gt;The
Mollyhouse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Sleet &lt;/i&gt;(forthcoming)&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Links to recent poems are “After You Leave”
in &lt;a href="https://voicemailpoems.org/2022/04/26/after-you-leave/"&gt;Voicemail&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Poems; “&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Photograph:
Little League Practice”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; in &lt;i&gt;The &lt;a href="https://www.underreviewlit.com/issue-5-winter-2022/photograph-little-league-practice"&gt;Under
Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lake Superior: Three Scenes of Summer” in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://aboutplacejournal.org/issues/navigations-a-place-for-peace/pathways/kathryn-kysar/"&gt;About
Place Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;. This email interview takes place May 10, 2022.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Denise Low: You are one of the most
socially committed people I know. How does this affect your choices in writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Kathryn Kysar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am in a constant state of growth and self-correction in my
struggle with internalized racism. I am a product of our patriarchal capitalist
society that is based on genocide and slavery, and I continue to learn about
this history and how my privilege warps my perceptions. I am currently writing
a travelogue about a driving trip I took with my son last summer that
examines our family’s settler colonialist past and the false stories conveyed
through the generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;DL: Writing about your second book of
poetry&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pretend the World&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Holy Cow! Press),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rigoberto-gonzalez"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rigoberto
González&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;writes, “Kysar's ability to
politicize parenting and gender offer a gripping but&amp;nbsp;blunt way of seeing
the lives we create, the wars we wage, the things we consume, and the
connections we make without overbearing sentimentality or righteousness.”&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2011/04/whatchu-reading"&gt;Poetry
Foundation&lt;/a&gt;). How has being a parent informed your writing subject matter
and your writing process?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;KK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Gender inequities continue to be a central focus of my
writing. As the parent of a transgender child, I have closely witnessed the
horrors of transphobia and the deep harm of daily microaggressions. Is the
personal political? Of course. Our lives, including the act of raising children,
take place within our racist, sexist, and classist society. To ignore the
context of within which we parent would be ignoring these truths. One function
of poetry is to unveil the truth, to say the unsaid, hopefully “without
overbearing sentimentality or righteousness.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;DL: Collaboration is one of the ways
you work with community. I remember for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pretend the World&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that
you collaborated with visual artists to create a show of artworks that
responded to individual poems. What was that like for you, to see your poems
re-envisioned in another genre? What other collaborations have you been
involved in recently?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;KK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Thanks for asking about collaboration! The visual art
shows that accompanied &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Pretend the World &lt;/i&gt;were
astounding to me. I was in awe that my humble poems could trigger such engaging
and varied pieces. I invited&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;five
artists who work in different mediums to respond to the poems in the book with
their artwork. Some pieces, like &lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/denis/Downloads/%C2%A7%09https:/www.tpt.org/mn-original/profile/jan-elftmann/video/Jan-Elftmann-640384H-1/"&gt;Jan
Elftmann’s&lt;/a&gt; sculptural white horse, referenced a single line in a poem. &lt;a href="http://www.philipnoyed.com/"&gt;Philip Noyed’s&lt;/a&gt; “Dresses Everywhere” is a
hanging globe of little dresses that echoed an entire poem as well as the
book’s title. The show was presented in several galleries, and &lt;a href="https://jesleestudios.com/"&gt;Jes Lee’s&lt;/a&gt; poetry videos are available on
YouTube. It was a joyously fun project. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I
am currently writing poems in response to a series of &lt;a href="https://www.angelaspencerart.com/"&gt;Angela Spencer’s&lt;/a&gt; tarot card
paintings, and we have upcoming shows scheduled for 2022-2023. My last big project was a
collaborative recording of the poems from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Pretend
the World. &lt;/i&gt;I invited guest poets, musicians, and singers to record a poem.
One of the happiest moments of my life was sitting in the studio sound booth
and hearing how others understood and expressed my work so eloquently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51a6O3rv3VfCNyAC77a2K2IW9HqwrCG9o2z58bnurJUf6n5ploXYnAvXEBbjYvqy1KtbXb12V2pOgdPlJRtC312VzLP_Dw9lhpOpCE2Zsdgrhfbohoj9-cIP7_d9jH8n0wfM3UHeEcAa_1nMaAM6d67NA9wW55nsm6P9Mx-djsJGywAqLGeuAMSg89g/s324/ptw_cover.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="216" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51a6O3rv3VfCNyAC77a2K2IW9HqwrCG9o2z58bnurJUf6n5ploXYnAvXEBbjYvqy1KtbXb12V2pOgdPlJRtC312VzLP_Dw9lhpOpCE2Zsdgrhfbohoj9-cIP7_d9jH8n0wfM3UHeEcAa_1nMaAM6d67NA9wW55nsm6P9Mx-djsJGywAqLGeuAMSg89g/w133-h200/ptw_cover.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;DL: In an &lt;a href="https://writeondoorcounty.org/a-conversation-with-kathryn-kysar-and-denise-low-weso/"&gt;interview
for Write On Door County&lt;/a&gt; (2017), you wrote: “I deeply enjoy collaborative
creation across the arts: I have had several shows with visual artists, written
poems to pre-recorded music, and regularly perform with an improvisational
poetry/music group called the &lt;a href="https://sonoglyphcollective.com/"&gt;Sonoglyph
Collective&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;A sample Sonoglyph performance is “&lt;a href="https://youtu.be/5NE6z-vSRAA"&gt;Escape from Paradise Iowa&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The musicians in this group are dynamite!
What have you learned from this project?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;KK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Since our
graduation reading when I read my poems accompanied by a musician, I have been
striving to take poetry off the page. The Sonoglyph Collective is an
improvisational jazz/poetry group featuring four poets and three musicians:
Sean Egan on clarinet, Jonathan Townsend on drums, Aaron Kerr on bass, with poets
Lynette Rein-Grandell, Hawona Sullivan Janzen, Ibe Kaba, and myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We blend the spoken word with music in
improvisational ways. Our performances bring my poetry into the bliss of making
meaningful sound with others. I have always been deeply connected with music—I
worked in the music business for five years before starting my present job—and
had always longed to be in a band. There is a connection, a creative energy, in
the process of musical performance that I do not gain any other way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;DL: &amp;nbsp;I notice you have video
poems on YouTube, “&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CplDVlczNY"&gt;Hand
Sisters&lt;/a&gt;” and “&lt;a href="https://www.goodreads.com/videos/17741-love-poem-by-jes-lee-poem-by-kathryn-kysar-from-pretend-the-world"&gt;Love
Poem&lt;/a&gt;.” In addition to poetry, you have written essays and travel writing.
What are some of your current writing projects?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;KK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; I am always, of course, writing poems, but my recent focus
has been writing creative nonfiction. My lyric essays are constructed much like
poems and weave dense imagery with insights and observations, often about the
past. You can read some of my recent CNF work in &lt;i&gt;Slag Glass City&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The
Mollyhouse&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;DL: Is there anything else you would
like to add?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT8LLTDtLCsmPzmRwBwf0y5k9HFzIVKoUlwYzoMTJGw_0BV_EXFtLLimugKeKLAiJZndiXu4t6LOYjxcj8NBKbeAsRbg1Jp9lSJUuN6-fqloBSWIF1Tj7c6TgaVQdPKa6o0-L3RTotqnFGqBsmAN6BxW170i-S2PKOd6JJ-EbDzrhGFlrCuQpowRQPA/s357/ridingcoversmall.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="231" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT8LLTDtLCsmPzmRwBwf0y5k9HFzIVKoUlwYzoMTJGw_0BV_EXFtLLimugKeKLAiJZndiXu4t6LOYjxcj8NBKbeAsRbg1Jp9lSJUuN6-fqloBSWIF1Tj7c6TgaVQdPKa6o0-L3RTotqnFGqBsmAN6BxW170i-S2PKOd6JJ-EbDzrhGFlrCuQpowRQPA/w129-h200/ridingcoversmall.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;KK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Thanks so much for this conversation!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.2pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.pw.org/directory/writers/kathryn_kysar" style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Kathryn
Kysar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt; is the author of two books of poetry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Dark Lake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Pretend
the World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;, and she edited the anthology&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Riding Shotgun: Women Write
About Their Mothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;. She has received fellowships and residencies from the
Anderson Center for Interdisciplinary Studies, Banfill-Locke Center for the
Arts, the Minnesota State Arts Board, the National Endowment for the
Humanities, Tofte Lake Center, and the Oberholtzer Foundation. Her poems have
appeared in anthologies such as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;To Sing Along the Way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Good
Poems, American Places&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;. Kysar has served on the board of directors for the
Association of Writers and Writing Programs (AWP) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;Rain Taxi Review&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;.
She is the founder of the creative writing program at Anoka-Ramsey Community
College and offers manuscript consultations through The Loft Literary Center. Twitter:
@darklake Instagram: @Pretendtheworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RpoUp8MX9z5NIl_JN-mAAlB0lAvRS39oIzf7JjvoWmobPUYpaykXMSk_NHVkSdsAAcGJi9WDVnZaawxvOl4yOacs7E6uPpoO6BWCplF3La22KZeX7LL2rxOxfeNVey-mPN4cbgEBjihANAlVBtrEcvWonPBFiw6SW-oiMbu1sOY-9WCtBRznBBA8qg/s72-w200-h200-c/Kysar%20January%202021_n.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>DaMaris B. Hill brings power to BREATH BETTER SPEND: Living Black Girlhood</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/04/damaris-b-hill-brings-power-to-breath.html</link><category>Breath Better Spent</category><category>DaMaris B. Hill</category><category>Damaris Hill</category><category>Denise Low</category><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2022 13:57:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-9156830076662395270</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP9GG2a2a-fqSyt9x_AjZpH82u36rGVswhnnY8FRrNSCN-TcM6uOC5-_iwx2nQAiY14ou-R12IlqUSq-9OteOqmGCMV8oa6AcV75wNJor4tex-SuaPdWOmNxwOCIp9GNA4_E4jHbajC2jQcM3Fe0rWhVy-xj7bgA6HIbej-pa8my5AubOhrc-hXaBOA/s225/DamarisBreathPx.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP9GG2a2a-fqSyt9x_AjZpH82u36rGVswhnnY8FRrNSCN-TcM6uOC5-_iwx2nQAiY14ou-R12IlqUSq-9OteOqmGCMV8oa6AcV75wNJor4tex-SuaPdWOmNxwOCIp9GNA4_E4jHbajC2jQcM3Fe0rWhVy-xj7bgA6HIbej-pa8my5AubOhrc-hXaBOA/s1600/DamarisBreathPx.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be prepared to rage, sing, cry, and learn from this new hybrid collection &lt;a href="https://www.bloomsbury.com/us/breath-better-spent-9781635576474/"&gt;Breath Better Spent&lt;/a&gt; (Bloomsbury) from one of the most powerful voices in the USA today. Dr. Damaris B. Hill writes about unspeakable atrocities as in "Kamille 'Cupcake' McKinney," &lt;a href="https://abcnews.go.com/US/kamille-cupcake-mckinney-meth-sedative-murdered-prosecutor/story?id=67655107&amp;amp;msclkid=f559170ebc2211ecbd3c2068665c5d8d"&gt;a Black child stolen at a birthday party,&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the complicity of local law enforcement, ending with "judge slapping his knees has a pocket full/ of opiates and promises for the young girl/ kneeling under his dinner napkin" (p. 87). Hill pulls together stories of Black womanhood, from the opening inscription to Zora Neale Hurston to Whitney Houston to Aretha Franklin ("What You Talkin' Bout") to her own younger self. The result is a book-length tour-de-force. This book deserves a wide audience, especially in times when the Senate hearings of Ketanji Brown Jackson expose the blatant racism of some of the highest USA elected representatives. Thank you, Dr. Hill, for this testament to strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bolder;"&gt;DaMaris B. Hill, PhD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the author of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Bound Woman Is a Dangerous Thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;an NAACP Image Award Finalist;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;The Fluid Boundaries of Suffrage and Jim Crow: Staking Claims in the American Heartland;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a collection of poetry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;\Vi-ze-bel\ \Teks-chers\(Visible Textures)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #212529;"&gt;. As with her creative process, Hill’s scholarly research is interdisciplinary. An Associate professor of Creative Writing at the University of Kentucky and a former service member of the United States Air Force, she lives in Kentucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damarishill.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2b00fe;"&gt;www.damarishill.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #212529;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bolder;"&gt;Advertising &amp;amp; Promotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;0&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bolder;"&gt;TOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 600;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP9GG2a2a-fqSyt9x_AjZpH82u36rGVswhnnY8FRrNSCN-TcM6uOC5-_iwx2nQAiY14ou-R12IlqUSq-9OteOqmGCMV8oa6AcV75wNJor4tex-SuaPdWOmNxwOCIp9GNA4_E4jHbajC2jQcM3Fe0rWhVy-xj7bgA6HIbej-pa8my5AubOhrc-hXaBOA/s72-c/DamarisBreathPx.jpg" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>KIM TEDROW WRITES POEM after DENISE LOW'S "TWO GATES"</title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/03/kim-tedrow-writes-poem-after-denise.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>Kim Tedrow</category><category>Tupelo Press</category><pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2022 19:15:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-6531466396282390271</guid><description>Thanks to Kim Tedrow of Lincoln, Nebraska for her modeling a poem after my "Two Gates." This is part of her 30-day commitment to write a poem a day for Tupelo Press's 30/30 Project, a fundraiser: "Each month, volunteer poets run the equivalent of a "poetry marathon," writing 30 poems in 30 days, while the rest of us sponsor and encourage them every step of the way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO GATES  by &lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/denise-low"&gt;DENISE LOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/denise-low"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxoku33uEjcT8OPCc2rnzWXmBVFAaSSCKMx03OQPcWqp-TLT_x2yYor_WiPqKfJtfxg17-5FhgajlpLHUfj7BM8Cym_AtclQq0h_GAUICKnLsHNzxcY2Z3NEWwgXnFxm3S-2YUy2rR-6AEVliwcLA8c_hxtC7ev8GAl4ror5thN0ZAmBIuu0VTQleTBg=s400" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxoku33uEjcT8OPCc2rnzWXmBVFAaSSCKMx03OQPcWqp-TLT_x2yYor_WiPqKfJtfxg17-5FhgajlpLHUfj7BM8Cym_AtclQq0h_GAUICKnLsHNzxcY2Z3NEWwgXnFxm3S-2YUy2rR-6AEVliwcLA8c_hxtC7ev8GAl4ror5thN0ZAmBIuu0VTQleTBg=w200-h200" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look through glass and see a young woman &lt;br /&gt;of twenty, washing dishes, and the window &lt;br /&gt;turns into a painting. She is myself thirty years ago. &lt;br /&gt;She holds the same blue bowls and brass teapot &lt;br /&gt;I still own. I see her outline against lamplight; &lt;br /&gt;she knows only her side of the pane. The porch &lt;br /&gt;where I stand is empty. Sunlight fades. I hear &lt;br /&gt;water run in the sink as she lowers her head, &lt;br /&gt;blind to the future. She does not imagine I exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step forward for a better look and she dissolves &lt;br /&gt;into lumber and paint. A gate I passed through &lt;br /&gt;to the next life loses shape. Once more I stand &lt;br /&gt;squared into the present, among maple trees &lt;br /&gt;and scissor-tailed birds, in a garden, almost &lt;br /&gt;a mother to that faint, distant woman.

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55185/two-gates"&gt;https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55185/two-gates&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And here is Kim Tedrow's poem "after" this one:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="border: 0px; color: #007caa; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Zoom Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #007caa; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #007caa; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"&gt;/ Kim Tedrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="epigraph" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; margin: 20px 0px 20px 50px; padding: 0px;"&gt;after Denise Low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"&gt;I look at myself on the screen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijQIEkOeERJ_D3Uwdj8gWCYx3X4EmgPGFLof2tJBh8Eh-FqQdFvlfDSJOPR-goqHTAXSBas0YD4p0Oyj7Iskay7t3e-Flz-a_Ph2ymbZsEl0lyUxWRavJa9jFKsxzheR9OoGjvk05mVuwRHqM08V2jciRPbUzlPsxj87ewAMWTEAymAIcuagsMfjO7-w=s197" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="197" data-original-width="173" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijQIEkOeERJ_D3Uwdj8gWCYx3X4EmgPGFLof2tJBh8Eh-FqQdFvlfDSJOPR-goqHTAXSBas0YD4p0Oyj7Iskay7t3e-Flz-a_Ph2ymbZsEl0lyUxWRavJa9jFKsxzheR9OoGjvk05mVuwRHqM08V2jciRPbUzlPsxj87ewAMWTEAymAIcuagsMfjO7-w" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I see myself at twenty,&lt;br /&gt;hair straight and long, parted&lt;br /&gt;down the middle for the first time&lt;br /&gt;since before I knew myself,&lt;br /&gt;except now I’m paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;I see her loneliness as a quarry&lt;br /&gt;from which she mines men&lt;br /&gt;to whom she is disposable.&lt;br /&gt;She wakes in someone’s home&lt;br /&gt;and leaves without her shoes&lt;br /&gt;so as not to wake him.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Her apartment overlooks a lot&lt;br /&gt;where musicians park by the bar.&lt;br /&gt;Later she goes there to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Gladiolas grow next to the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Her father stops by&lt;br /&gt;when she is not there&lt;br /&gt;and tucks a picture of himself&lt;br /&gt;into the door frame. She writes&lt;br /&gt;“I could not bear to lose him.”&lt;br /&gt;I see her and bring her back&lt;br /&gt;to myself. She does not want to come&lt;br /&gt;here–she cannot imagine the life&lt;br /&gt;we live now–alone and happy.&lt;br /&gt;In the meeting when it’s my turn&lt;br /&gt;I speak up, I make myself known.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tupelopress.org%2Fthe-30-30-project-march-2022%2F%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR0ZJZ-p8_SFD8hoiIMH0yTLyHraPdX9nEN2bwOHC5J0DIwy3Ai0080PwFQ&amp;amp;h=AT16B12VlwCX9ZHkVq3P_bbTlUwumuJovE3PKvPsYixpkXURtT6nbH0PiwhOwbe1E0c48vcES6EMFcdDLzpU94xRNobLHruTp1-1Yu2XrutGf5C9bIy6H1Th_hR54izQDDE" target="_blank"&gt;https://www.tupelopress.org/the-30-30-project-march-2022/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kim Tedrow works as a Science Writer in Lincoln, Nebraska. She has a Master of Arts in creative writing from the University of Nebraska–Lincoln. She’s been published in Prairie Schooner and several anthologies, including Nasty Women Poets: an Unapologetic Anthology of Subversive Verse, edited by Grace Bauer and Julie Kane. She lives in a cute little granny house with three cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxoku33uEjcT8OPCc2rnzWXmBVFAaSSCKMx03OQPcWqp-TLT_x2yYor_WiPqKfJtfxg17-5FhgajlpLHUfj7BM8Cym_AtclQq0h_GAUICKnLsHNzxcY2Z3NEWwgXnFxm3S-2YUy2rR-6AEVliwcLA8c_hxtC7ev8GAl4ror5thN0ZAmBIuu0VTQleTBg=s72-w200-h200-c" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item><item><title>Denise Low comments on William Stafford's "Listening" </title><link>http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2022/01/denise-low-comments-on-william.html</link><category>Denise Low</category><category>William Stafford</category><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2022 16:55:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950131884981224901.post-5847633728528203556</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Remarks presented at the Watkins Museum celebration of William Stafford's birthday, January 15,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2PSNyPnXnF4rnvev9BvqZg12ghSGoydNF8Q76fGin0JVCOFEm7s91fifOj57sQV6aTr2o7Q3yRZPLZXY30oYJePfhEWfTEbRsCHmDgk3n_a5m3QFWKjMdOF1vQZd594_p7wQOiFT75OYGDH6P2TRjF0uuYjQ8kky5gJldHha_kuWHgghPAOhayjeYSg=s940" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2PSNyPnXnF4rnvev9BvqZg12ghSGoydNF8Q76fGin0JVCOFEm7s91fifOj57sQV6aTr2o7Q3yRZPLZXY30oYJePfhEWfTEbRsCHmDgk3n_a5m3QFWKjMdOF1vQZd594_p7wQOiFT75OYGDH6P2TRjF0uuYjQ8kky5gJldHha_kuWHgghPAOhayjeYSg=s320" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;I am so honored to have known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-e-stafford" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;William
Stafford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;, born January 17, 1914, at the beginning of my writing life. His
person and his poetry influenced me to strive for reflective engagement with
natural and human surroundings. He uses poetry for play, for surprises in
language, for folding the outside patterns of nature into my inner life,
comingling the two. He fit his poetics to align with the unique grasslands
ecology of the region where he grew up, from Liberal to Hutchinson to
Lawrence—where he received his BA and MA. The sparse landscape of horizontals
with gentle angles of ridges creates a backdrop where any vertical, like a watermill
or steeple or horse, becomes dramatic. Human experience is set against an
enormous sweep of sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;The most important aspect of Stafford’s poetics is his humility,
which gives him the ability to step aside from the role of master over the
wilderness, which was the biblical tradition. Instead, he took the pose of one
who listens and learns, as in this favorite of mine, which suggests his
Indigenous background: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ayearofbeinghere.com/2014/06/william-stafford-listening.html" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;https://www.ayearofbeinghere.com/2014/06/william-stafford-listening.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Listening by
William Stafford:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;My father
could hear a little animal step,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;or a moth in
the dark against the screen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;and every far
sound called the listening out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;into places
where the rest of us had never been.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;More spoke to
him from the soft wild night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;than came to
our porch for us on the wind;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;we would
watch him look up and his face go keen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;till the
walls of the world flared, widened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;My father
heard so much that we still stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;inviting the
quiet by turning the face,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;waiting for a
time when something in the night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;will touch us
too from that other place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;He mixes the human and natural worlds, with the “moth in the dark
against the screen” and the portal between the two realms, the “porch.” The
porch becomes the interface between mortality and immortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;A second point about Stafford’s poetics: his discussion of ethics.
“Traveling Through the Dark” is the most well-known example of this, where he
pauses and could “hear the wilderness listen.” He reverses the role of judge
and makes readers aware that their actions, like his, have moral consequences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;And finally, the language is subtle, like the landscape, with deep
images that continue to build layers throughout the years. The dead deer by the
side of the rode is singular and memorable. Not many details appear in the verse,
and the image of the deer is the point, not the poet’s acrobatic use of
vocabulary and rhetorical devices. Here is the poem “Traveling Through the Dark
by Willilam Stafford: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42775/traveling-through-the-dark" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42775/traveling-through-the-dark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;My poem responds to “Listening.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc58667109"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Variations on
Keening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
by Denise Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We would watch him look up and his face go keen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;William Stafford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;My father’s face goes keen. Cicadas drone as&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;darkness walls us in. His eyes are echoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;on fire. He speaks kennings. His wise eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;turn blue fire. His prophet’s sight pierces
night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;with keen perception. Agate rings lie buried&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;in river mud. His eyes see their spirals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;A sunfish rouges under a keen-bladed knife. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Sequin scales flake. Its eyes darken into a
stare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;beyond ken. I keen. My father’s twin-star eyes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;gaze equally into and out of the dark. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Wings&lt;/i&gt;
(Red Mountain Press, 2021)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;My play on “ken” and “keen” emphasizes my wonder at the same cosmos
that Stafford knew in the grasslands of Kansas. I conflate him with my father,
born a few moths after Stafford and twenty miles away. Stafford is my poetic
father. His example of self-effacement, images, and focus on a few key words—these
I try to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deniselow.net/" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;www.deniselow.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Denise Low Ad Astra Poety Blog&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2PSNyPnXnF4rnvev9BvqZg12ghSGoydNF8Q76fGin0JVCOFEm7s91fifOj57sQV6aTr2o7Q3yRZPLZXY30oYJePfhEWfTEbRsCHmDgk3n_a5m3QFWKjMdOF1vQZd594_p7wQOiFT75OYGDH6P2TRjF0uuYjQ8kky5gJldHha_kuWHgghPAOhayjeYSg=s72-c" width="72"/><author>deniselow@gmail.com (Denise Low)</author></item></channel></rss>