Monthly Archives: September, 2019

WINK: Writers in the Know issue 9

CONTRIBUTORS ALPHABETICAL BY FIRST NAME:

Adrian Slonaker—St. John’s, Newfoundland
Ann Aubitz—Bloomington, MN Front cover
Anita Haas—Madrid, Spain
Avijit Roy—Kolkata, India
Barbara La Valleur—Edina, MN
Bari Kyle—eZine @rticle
Bill D’Armond—Winfield KS
Bob Chikos—Cary, IL
Bray McDonald—Chattanooga, TN
Calida Osti—Lafayette, IN
Cole Williams—Cottage Grove, MN
Connie Anderson—Edina, MN
Denny Marshall—Lincoln, NE
Edward Lee—Meath, Ireland
Fabrice Poussin—Rome, GA
Gary Beck—New York, NY
George Freek—Belvidere, IL
Gloria VanDemmeltraadt—Lake Elmo, MN
Grant Armstrong—Oxford, MS
Hayden Wayne—Wappingers Falls, NY
Holly Day—Minneapolis, MN
Janice Strootman—Bloomington, MN
John L. Stanizzi—Coventry, CT
John Sweet—Endicott, NJ
John Wellers—Clinton, NY
Joseph J Nagarya—Boston, MA
Judith F. Brenner—Minneapolis, MN
Kristyl Gravina—Zabbar, Malta
Kristy Johnson—Prior Lake, MN
Laurie Byro—Hewitt, NJ
Meg Corrigan—Lake Elmo, MN
Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri—Garden Valley, ID
Michael Byro—Hewitt, NJ
Michael Rossberg—South St. Paul, MN
Nadia Giordana—Dayton, MN
Pat O’Regan—Inver Grove Heights, MN
Paul Beckman—Madison, CT
Richard Dinges Jr.—Walton, NE
Rick Blum—Bedford, MA
Robet Paul Blumenstein—Midlothian, VA
Salvatore Difalco—Toronto Ontario
Sanjeev Sethi—Mumbai, India
Shreya Dikshit—Jharkhand, India
Stephanie Sorensen—Isanti, MN
Sue Midlock—Joliet, IL
Teresa M. Riggs Foushee—Plymouth, MN
Tess Galati—St. Paul, MN
Thom Young—Hereford, TX

New Release: Breathing Under Water

book cover with text

Available on Amazon

An autobiographical collection of free verse poems highlighting selected memories; life events, big and small; thoughts and musings; and selections from the author’s dream journal spanning more than 50 years. To go directly to the book, click here. Poem below excerpted from Chapter One: Why I Write and Why I’m Writing This Book:

LONG OVERDUE

Without warning or intent,
I’m writing another book of poetry.
Words coming so fast
I took notepad
on my morning walk,
skipped breakfast,
stopped often along the way
to write lines,
titles, fragments,
not knowing
what they will become.

Sometimes entire poems
spill out,
and oh, those are the ones
long overdue.
Nearly stillborn, they gasp
and come alive,
kicking and wailing,
desperate to be set free,
to swim,
to breathe,
to fly.

They have heartbeats,
these chunks of life
that never wanted to be born at all.