Our last poetry anthology of the month is another beauty from its cover photo through to the very last page.
Many of the poets you've met in the other two anthologies can also be found here. To purchase, click on the link below, where Ryme and Rune: Poets of the Miami Valley may be puchased, either online, of by mail with a check using the downloadable form. https://mainstreetragbookstore.com/product/rhyme-and-rune-poets-of-the-miami-valley/ Here is one of two poems of mine you'll find within: Ars Poetica Tell at least one lie in each poem. Steve Kowit So, every poem needs a lie, on which to rest, stork-like, while the other foot tests the waters? Though come to think of it, the bird is already in the water, is it not? And already the poem slips away, ungovernable, ungraspable, gone, gone to a place where large water birds wade in the shallows fixing you with a gaze both insolent and dismissive. So perhaps every poem requires, not lies, but distraction, a poke, a prod, a bright spot of color on the periphery, some sudden noise - say, a grunt, a hiss, or the rattle and snap of a muster of ciconiidae bills, long necks lacking the muscles necessary for syrinx to produce birdsong. And your song? Not what you intended at all. But song nonetheless. Happy reading!
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Anna Cates of the Wilmington Writers has edited Little Black Box, a lovely, spooky collection of speculative poetry (see the T of C at the end of this post for the participating poets). It includes this poem of mine, a personal favorite, memorializing the giant shagbark that until a year or so ago dominated our backyard. The story of that loss is told in the poem. We are still grieving - it was like losing a beloved family member. Wait. It was not like losing a family member. It was losing a family member, albeit a very large, shaggy, nut-bearing, unintentionally homicidal auntie fond of adorning herself with birds' nests. squirrels and the occasional owl. If you would like to order your own copy, go to http://www.wipfandstock.com
*You can also hear some of the poets read their poems this Saturday, 4/15/23, from 2 to 4 at the Wilmington Library In December 2012, Tecumseh Land Trust partnered with Glen Helen and Ed Davis to host the first Solstice poetry reading. It became an annual event. This collection celebrates its ten-year anniversary. The stunning cover is by Yellow Springs artist, Libby Rudolf. You can purchase your own copy (or three) at Glen Helen Nature Shop in the Vernet Ecological Center on Corry Street in Yellow Springs. It makes a perfect birthday or graduation gift and benefits two very good causes. In putting together this book, Ed asked for submissions from previous Solstice reading presenters. I sent three poems I'd written on the subject of solstice expecting he might take one. But all three wound up in a collection where I am honored to be in the company of such stellar local poets as . . . well, as soon as I finished writing "as" I realized I would be unable to bear to leave out a single name. So, at the end of this post, I have added the Table of Contents so that you can see for yourself the riches contained within this slim volume. Here are my three poems. The first two refer to the summer solstice, the last to the winter solstice. As promised here is the Table of Contents:
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