In addition to this week’s poem, I’d like to point you toward a couple of resources. The first, Finding Your Brilliance, is a podcast from local author…
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The natural world gives us our primary metaphors. What signals the feeling of unexpected change better than a midwestern summer thunderstorm? The sky s…
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Last week, I had a chance to celebrate the accomplishments of dozens of poets and songwriters from the South Education Center, where I am in residence …
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This week a new issue of the Alaska Quarterly Review arrived with conjoined essays of mine inside bearing the title, “Autism, Poetry, and the Art of Tr…
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More than a decade ago, the Poetry Society of America selected me as one of their biannual New American Poets, an honor that felt exciting and a little…
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Saysha Pointer’s remarkable imagination is only matched by her soaring ambition. She identifies not simply as a poet, but as the creative director of S…
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Welcome to another musical installment of The Listening World! Today’s song comes from Sammy Austin, a 12-year-old songwriter based in Minneapolis. I’v…
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With apologies to Walt Whitman, Lonnie Shaw contains true multitudes. He is a transgender activist, a person with disabilities, a proud black poet, a s…
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I first met Meghana Junnuru, a nonspeaking student at the South Education Center, just short of three years ago. Since then, she has grown from one wor…
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Greetings from another corner of the Listening World! My name is Brian Laidlaw, and in addition to being a poet and singer/songwriter, I am the other C…
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Adam Wolfond is a maker of wanting space. I think all poets are. The space of the poem, constellated around each stanza (which in Italian means room), …
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So Much Things to Say
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