Celebrate: We want to know Sing to me of South Dakota, tell it like Carl Sandburg did about Chicago’s big shoulders. Tell me about the workers of infinite variety within this state. How goes their day? Tell me the what, tell me the why, tell me about a day in your life. Did Spring creep …
The table used for writing at the site “ Poets ’Table” in the Black Hills was today (May 27) sawed in half and carried off by two individuals. As of this writing, they have been apprehended by the Custer County law enforcement. I really don’t know their motivation for doing such a deed. Nor do …
Hi Everyone, I have a question which I would hope lends itself to debate among us. Just how much should any of us use such personal or obscure references and language in our writing so that almost every line of a poem has to be explained by the writer to a reader, or the poem …
Much of life can seem illusory, ethereal. Moments and events may occur, then vanish, leaving us to wonder, “Was it real? Did it really happen? Did it have an effect?” All of us have a need to know that what has happened in our lives actually happened (perhaps why so many selfies are snapped). I …
I think all good poetry is written from emotion. Either something happens that touches us in our everyday walk of life, or we are moved by the special events that mark how we give meaning to ourselves and our world at large. This emotional response is not something that any of us can fake. Its …
When the first South Dakota Festival of Books was held in Deadwood October 3-5, 2003, my attention was caught by articles in the newspapers that tried to explain the concept. I did not attend that first Festival, even though I had written poems in my school days. I was still too caught up in the …
