Driftless Area (Or: At Perrot State Park at Forty-Six)
“…half my life is nothing up here,/ where ten thousand years/ disappear like campfire smoke.” Poem of the Week (January 28), by Jeffrey D. Boldt.
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Looking for Willie George
“Of African descent and a native of British Guyana, Willie was a talented if self-taught writer who wanted to be nothing less than the ‘Black Conrad.’” Story of the Week (November 8), by Jeffrey D. Boldt.
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A Year or Two in Rome, a Week or Two in Paris
“I did notice, though, that the best oranges/ came from the most withered tree”
Weekend poem, by Jeffrey D. Boldt