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Poetry | elizabethakinstelling
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A Day in the Life of a New Poet Laureate, 2015. February 5, 2015. 8220;Whether he’s talking poems or possums, Shelby Stephenson is a fine choice for poet laureate.”. Read more here: http:/ www.newsobserver.com/2015/02/02/4525557 saunders-whether-hes-talking-poems.html? My Journey Down South. It’s February 3rd, I’m headed east of Raleigh,. Raleigh, North Carolina, and a fine day it is. I’ve been on the road from New Jersey to Front Royale, VA.,. Stopped in on a poet friend, had a good night. With the new ...
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The Callings - Henry Chappell
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Home Range: A Blog. 2003 Spur Award Finalist - Click here to order. Texas Tech Univerity Press (2002). ISBN 0-89672-494-8 - $24.95 (hardcover). The South Plains, 1873. Bison herds are dwindling on the Kansas prairie. Logan Fletcher, a young faith healer from Kentucky labors as a skinner on a buffalo hunting crew, waiting for the taming of the plains and the chance to spread the Word to the coming immigrants. Vivid, realistic, and brutal.". The scenes could support a movie script, so closely are they deta...
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Silent We Stood - Henry Chappell
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Home Range: A Blog. Winner of the 2014 Western Writers of America Spur Award! Click here to order. Abolitionist. She d never seen it spelled out, but recently she d heard it whispered about town. There were abolitionists about. Everyone knew it. Churning up trouble. Inciting insurrection. Northern seditionists. The desire for Mexico or Canada had left her. What could be sweeter than freedom? Helping others achieve it? Or vexing, infuriating the slavers? She stopped dreaming of burning flesh. On July 8, 1...
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Publications | David J. Bauman
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David J. Bauman. Barely South Review and Other News. February 25, 2017. March 4, 2017. David J. Bauman. Yes, I took this photo. A one-word poem on a tree. I’ve been so busy working with. The fantastic little literary magazine that my employers. Enable me to edit (along with three super-cool coworkers who are editors and artists for the mag.) that I forgot to post about the excellent lit mag Barely South Review where my poem “Advent”. Was recently published in their spring issue! September 30, 2016. July ...
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The Little Wooden Boy: Reservoir
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Monday, 22 December 2014. Back fence second coming clock growls low. Offering a fistful of wet Jesus slips. I used to paint the horizon at the embankment end. There was always too much sky. Below, the wharf with oxide fur on barge remains green smears. Crowmobbed heron pierce air to bleak. Hands dripping with autoimmunity. The skin hospital’s lamps. Dead cygnet bones somewhere. And the nest open mouthed. Boy run off by swan in bestial glory.
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Blood Kin - Henry Chappell
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Home Range: A Blog. Named 2005 Spur Award finalist, Foreward Magazine Book of the Year finalist, and TCU Texas Book Award runner-up. 2005 Spur Award Finalist - Click here to order. By early afternoon, they d slowed to a walk. The few wispy clouds provided no relief from the sun. Sweat dripped from Isaac s chin. Sis kept disappearing into the brush and waist-high grass only to return a few minutes later soaking wet. Gators gonna eat you yet, Isaac told her. Felix laughed. Cannon, I expect. But victory ove...
