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Literary Arts Section :: Page 3
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, as it seems to be in this month’s poem from musician Carl Schumacher.
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, as in this poem by local writer and teacher Ed Davis.
There is enormous freedom in a poem. It is the same freedom found within the human mind. This month, a poem, or a spacious poem-prayer, by villager Moriel Rothman-Zecher.
Mary Oliver is the lovely, lambent consciousness of every poem she wrote in praise of heron and hawk, windflower and black oak, lightning and first snow. It is she who went out into the world, she who scribbled notes.