Instead of arguing on social media, join author Callie Feyen as she explores response poetry. With help from poet Dave Malone.
Just the facts, Ma’am becomes the beginning of poetry, when you take those facts and begin to stack them up. Try this Just the Facts prompt!
Observation poems lead to action. Join author Callie Feyen as she reads, writes, and acts on Dave Malone’s poem “Tornado Drill.”
“Tornado Drill” by poet Dave Malone is poetry grounded in the Missouri Ozarks but recognizable, no matter where you live.
To read “Cassell’s Illustrated Shakespeare” is to rediscover the great playwright and step into a time when families read Shakespeare.
Get your favorite steep (or brew) & join us in writing a poem based on a line from “Kissed” by David Malone: “You held my name in your coat.”
The Shaw Nature Reserve southwest of St. Louis is a place where silence reigns, and good conversations can be had with poets.
“I always come back to the love poem, and I always come back to the Ozarks,” says Dave Malone. Enjoy this excerpt from his collection, O: Love Poems from the Ozarks.
Dave Malone may write about his beloved Missouri Ozarks, but the poems he writes are universal, and about family, friends, and geography.
Dave Malone contemplates all that remains unmarked by calendars in his love poem, Unmarked.
What does the lover hold in her hand on Sundays? Tiny Machine, a beautiful love poem.
Tweetspeak Poetry’s most recent Twitter party resulted in ten poems about lemonade, lightning, bread, gears, a locomotive, and an equation — of bees.
These love poems by Dave Malone are part of the geography of the Ozarks, and the interior geography of a profound, passionate love.
Poets and Poems considers Dave Malone’s View from the North Ten, which uses a Rothko painting to evoke what exists in the land and heart of the Ozarks.
What happened to me on that blustery afternoon fifteen years ago cannot be explained. Four hundred miles from home. Bancroft, Nebraska. The area formerly inhabited by the Omaha Indians is now this small town of fewer than five hundred. Ninety-eight percent of European descent. I am ready to meet Hilda Neihardt, the author of Black […]
Few things sneak past my Ozark grandmother—and that includes the wonder, mischief, and brutality of Mother Nature. Born in 1924, Granny Hollis remembers horse and wagon (I kid you not) that her father drove. Down gravel roads, he maneuvered the horses to carry wife and children to a small town, not much more than a […]
The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Kimberlee Conway Ireton.
Get me at a cocktail party. Get me talking about writing poetry. Get me talking about what made the difference. Just a phone call.
Quick: name a contemporary love poem.