Browsing All posts tagged under »poetry«

Interview: Emma Bolden

August 22, 2017 by

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It’s been a privilege to read Emma Bolden’s work for a decade now and a pleasure to be continually surprised by it. On the rare occasions someone asks me about poets they should read or poets from Alabama, she’s likely the first I mention. I love the frequently haunted personae of her poems, often women […]

The Coven of Lonely Gourds

October 18, 2016 by

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Little Billboards #51–60

March 28, 2014 by

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Check out Little Billboards #51–60 here. New Little Billboards will be going up today. As always, thanks for reading and listening!

Interview: Adam Vines

February 14, 2014 by

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When I think about “nature poets,” I often unfairly stereotype the idea into two camps: the contemporary Cassandras and their warmings and warnings or the Hallmark Thoreaus, full of simple awe and wonder. That’s unfortunate; it’s just as hard to write new, meaningful nature poetry, as it is to write new, meaningful love poetry. The […]

Poem: “Mayflies” by Adam Vines

February 11, 2014 by

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Later this week, we’ll be serving up an interview with poet Adam Vines. As an hors d’oeuvre, we offer his poem “Mayflies” from his book The Coal Life, a finalist for the 2012 Miller Williams Arkansas Poetry Prize. Mayflies Ripples pinprick the surface. It’s coming from below, mayfly nymphs pipping, twitching out of skins, and […]

Almost Updates and Little Billboards #41–50

January 30, 2014 by

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There are rumblings. We’ll be updating more soon. Keep listening to the Outrider Podcast and keep reading Little Billboards. We’ve got new jobs, new houses, new children, etc. We live in four different states. We got more good stuff coming soon. After the Outrider and a perusal of LB #41-50 above, check out some recent […]

Interview: TJ Beitelman

July 22, 2013 by

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Near the end of TJ Beitelman’s “Elegy in Seven Parts That Is Start-to-finish Love Story,” he gives the reader an image of ghostly sermons, one of which is “About how we hoist things up above our heads/ And can never hold them there.” For me, this is an essential image in Beitelman’s work in which […]