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Dog-Eared and Dispatched: December 7, 2014

Dog-Eared & Dispatched: Dec. 7, 2014

As both publishers and retailers turn their attention to holiday sales, book news usually slows down to lists of “best books of the year” – but real news doesn’t disappear entirely! There’s a digital focus to this week’s rundown of book culture, as Barnes and Noble and Amazon take their usual positions in book news

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December 7, 2014

“The wall between fantasy and realism isn’t a wall for me at all.” In Conversation With Ron Koertge

“I speak to you from heaven because I’m dead. Gored by an enormous billy goat (number three to be exact) and tossed in the stream. Why did I wait for him? Why didn’t I gobble up the first Gruff and call it a day? It was the way he lowered his eyes. I thought I

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October 6, 2014

“I wanted a bigger I.” In conversation with Sara Quinn Rivara

I encountered Sara Quinn Rivara’s chapbook, Lake Effect (Aldrich Press) while reading books for the LNL Debut-litzer, and I was anxious for a conversation with the poet herself. I was most captivated by Sara’s language, the way she writes about personal subjects without sounding confessional. The Midwest landscapes in her poems were at once familiar

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September 15, 2014

“I lose my bearings, happily, in the face of it”: A conversation with Sasha Steensen

Early on in Sasha Steensen’s House of Deer (Fence Books, 2014), she writes, “as you know, unspoken thoughts rot.” It is this awareness of the natural and inevitable patterns that we are subject to, despite the human way we manipulate our futures based on our values and desires, that makes this book worth reading. By

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August 4, 2014

“What remains in the aftermath of emotional tragedy is worth claiming”: In conversation with Keetje Kuipers

Jonathan Plays in the Key of E Which makes me weep. Which makes me press my face into the bear skin rug. Makes me remember my body’s shadow crossing the shallows of the lake. Could I touch bottom? Reach the lowest point and find my footing there? Around me, everything divines a way of making

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July 28, 2014

Geffrey Davis

My Last Love Poem for a Crackhead, #23 some nights I hear my father’s long romance with drugs echoed in the skeletal choir of crickets. At each approach, a silence cuts in. And I wonder which part speaks more to this dance with addiction: the frailty of concord or the hard certainty of the coda’s

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July 25, 2014

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