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Barbara Hood | An Invitation: Savor the Rising Words Poetry Broadside Exhibit

When I was a little girl, my mother remembered me carrying around little notebooks for my “pomes” and pictures, filling them with words and pencil drawings. Most have now gone missing. During college, I kept occasional journals filled with sketches and poems of longing and love, much of it unrequited. Most of these, embarrassingly, survive. 

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Guest Blogger Alyse Knorr: Six Poetic Forms at a Party

A poem’s form consists of the structural “rules” concerning elements like meter, rhyme, alliteration, or repetition. Each poetic form is like a different shaped vase into which water (language) can be poured. Each form has its own particular way of shaping meaning and progressing through a thought. Each has a unique system of organization and

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Bob Holman – The Man, The Myth, The Legend – or a really amazing guy who knows a bunch about poetry and endangered languages

Let me tell you a little about Bob Holman. He’s been kicking around Alaska for almost a month now, and I had the great good fortune to cross paths with him in Homer at the Bunnell Arts Center. Many of you may have already had a chance to hang out with him, but if you

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Jeremy Pataky: Heading to Southeast Alaska with Overwinter

Jeremy Pataky Southeast Alaska is rainforest country, where water substantiates the world—even trees, there, are shown to contain molecules from out at sea delivered inland in salmon. Its lush fecundity translates into a literary watershed, too—many great writers and scholars hail from Gustavus, Haines, Juneau, Sitka, Ketchikan, and points between. Lately, the roster of 49

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An Invitation: Savor the Rising Words Poetry Broadside Exhibit

  When I was a little girl, my mother remembered me carrying around little notebooks for my “pomes” and pictures, filling them with words and pencil drawings. Most have now gone missing. During college, I kept occasional journals filled with sketches and poems of longing and love, much of it unrequited. Most of these, embarrassingly,

An Invitation: Savor the Rising Words Poetry Broadside Exhibit Read More »

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