Literary Arts Section
Not all poems marvel or praise. Some embrace the bleakness — as this month’s poem by MJ White does, beautifully.
“There is an impassable gap ….” A poem from villager Jim Malarkey contemplates our strangeness to each other. Intimacy as well as violence grows in that “gap.”
In this month’s poem, villager Janeal Turnbull Ravndal meditates on marriage, aging and the loss of balance, leading to new forms of grace.
The 39th annual Yellow Springs Book Fair will be held Saturday, Aug. 17, 8 a.m.–4 p.m., on the grounds of Mills Lawn.
What do objects want? This month’s poem by Reilly Dixon enters the world of objects.
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.