Literary Arts Section
What happens to those who came before us also happens to us. In a poem by villager Maxine Skuba, world history and personal history touch hands.
This month’s poems come from longtime villager Rubin Battino, who has been writing three-line poems for decades. “We hit it off,” he said of the short form, his own adaptation of haiku.
“There’s just no accounting for happiness,” begins a poem I love by Jane Kenyon. Happiness in this poem is a gift, a grace.
The page has turned for a beloved local literary institution with deep roots in Yellow Springs.In a March 22 press release, the board of trustees for Antioch Writers’ Workshop announced the workshop’s closure after 33 years.
Spring. We become aware of it not just by the calendar, but more viscerally by signs. By firsts.
There is enormous freedom in a poem. It is the same freedom found within the human mind.
Mary Oliver died two weeks ago. I’m not sure I’ve ever cried that much for the loss of someone I didn’t know.
The News is launching a monthly poetry column, “First Lines.” Each month, we’ll publish a poem written by a local poet.
For the past nine years, local author Rebecca Kuder has dialogued with an inner voice that once kept her from accessing her creativity as a writer, and her joy as a person.
Wittenberg College English professor Kate Polak is the author of a book on comics, “Ethics in the Gutter: Empathy and Historical Fiction in Comics,” which this year became a finalist for the prestigious Eisner Award.