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Elizabeth Woody is a poet, artist and advocate of understanding between the people of her Native American culture and those of the majority culture in America. Read moreRead all of this item.
- Posted: December 7, 2017
veRONIca Jackson’s poem God of the Beetle won 3rd place in the Humorous category of the Fall 2017 Ina Coolbrith Circle, (California) poetry contest in November. Other poems published in November issue of Brevities A Mini-Mag of Minimalist Poems, editor Joyce Odam, 2432 48th Avenue, Sacramento, CA 95822-3809, where short ...
LATEST BOOK REVIEW (EXCERPT)
Painted Thrush Press, 2015, 65 pages, $12
Available via Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/Cascade-Siskiyou-Poems-Pepper-Trail/dp/150848435X
The Siskiyou Mountains of southern Oregon and northern California are what writers of stories of the west, both historic and fictional, call “rough country.” It is in fact about as rough as anyone might ask for in the lower 48 states, particularly in the steep tangled chasms of the Kalmiopsis Wilderness at the western end of the complex. The whole region has in recent years become a land in transition as its history of winter snows is now matched by summer fires of brutal proportions.
This is the home range, if you will, of Pepper Trail, a forensic biologist and one of the nation’s experts on the identification of feathers. It is this country of a thousand borders, this land of stony pockets, hard-faced shrubbery, and random defensive trees, that he inhabits ... Read all of this item.
MOST RECENT POET’S SPOTLIGHT
1st Honorable Mention: “Memorial Day” by Joanna Rose, Portland, OR
2nd Honorable Mention: “Fostering a Better World” by Jennifer Rood, Grants Pass, OR
3rd Honorable Mention: “After Midnight” by Stephanie Striffler, Portland, OR
I thought a lot about meaning as I read these poems. I thought about how language creates meaning, how humans create language, and how, despite how frail the letters words are made of, how inadequate the sounds of words are to represent the wide world, still meaning is made by one person who makes marks on a paper and understood by another person who looks at those marks with her eyes. It was a pleasure to read every poem entered and respond to the images, sounds and intent of each one.
We understand the world by naming the things in it. We make meaning of those names by arranging them on the page in beautiful patterns—thank you to ... Read all of this item.