This continues the series of columns that highlight a much-loved poem and presents other poems that speak to, or resonate with, that poem. In this column I’m reacting to a nearby tragedy. A poet friend of mine has lost her husband in a bicycling accident, leaving her to finish raising two girls on her own. Because […]
Kevin’s Much-Loved Poems: “Lament,” “Holy Sonnet 10,” and “The Sick Rose.” Read More »
I’d previously excluded “The Lanyard” from these columns because of its length–it’s considerably longer than most of the poems I’ve included. But I was recently asked to read at a birthday party from a thankful daughter, and, after searching widely, I found and read one of my already-most-loved poems. It was so well received I’m giving it a column
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Man Martin’s third novel will appear in May, 2017 from Unbridled Books. The book suggests a corollary to James A. Michener’s quote, “If your book doesn’t keep you up nights when you are writing it, it won’t keep anyone up nights reading it.” The corollary is that if your book doesn’t keep you chuckling writing it, don’t
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This is the sixth in a series of columns that feature a much-loved poem, and a second poem that speaks to, or resonates with, that poem. This week’s poem is “Another Dog’s Death,” written by John Updike around 1989. The Poetry Foundation states, “An acclaimed and award-winning writer of fiction, essays, and reviews, John Updike
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Colorado’s Western Slope is a beautiful landscape of mountains and river-cut canyons. This makes the region a go-to destination for tourists and thrillseekers alike. But something else drew even the earliest of Colorado’s settlers to the area: hot springs. The Ute tribes considered the hot springs a place of spiritual healing. Here, they cleansed the
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All twenty-four sets of eyes watched me closely as I lit the match. I lit the paper on fire, placed it in the bottle, and put a hard boiled egg on the opening. As the paper burned and smoked, the egg, slowly at first then more quickly, squeezed itself into the bottle as if some
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