Where the rivers of tradition meet the rivers of innovation
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The exuberance I felt in my first encounter with the poems of Bonnie Maurer—I can still remember it clearly. It was the late 1970s, and Bonnie’s work crossed my desk, and I was entranced. Here was a poetry that included seriousness, sorrow, and yet play. Here was a voice, deeply Continue Reading →
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I first met Richard Pflum in Bloomington in the late 1970s. He was one of a group of hard-working and established poets, all of whom I greatly admired—writers who helped homestead a fertile poetry ground in Indianapolis and Bloomington, a group which included Alice Friman, Tom Hastings, Roger Pfingston, Jim Continue Reading →
