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ABOUT GOD, MAYBE Imagery and metaphor dance –– sometimes a bonfire dance, sometimes a boudoir dance, often a danse macabre –– through this book of poetry as they lead the reader from the early rituals and conundrums of humankind through history –– The Calf Bearer of the Acropolis, the paintings of Luca Signorelli and [...]

2018-02-28T20:23:51+00:00

Erik Bauer

Erik Bauer is the founder of the Rock'n'Roll label Middle Class Pig Records, a concert promoter, former English teacher and currently a bartender living in Tübingen, Germany. He relocated there in 1994 from Kansas City, Missouri after completing his bachelor studies in Germanic Languages and Literature at the University of Kansas (Lawrence, KS) and receiving [...]

Erik Bauer2018-02-23T22:47:17+00:00

David Anstaett

David Anstaett has been an active participant in multiple aspects of the writing community for 50 years. He taught Creative Writing on the elementary, high school, college and community level as well as acting as the managing editor for Mid-America Poetry Review for 25 years. David was a master teacher at the Young Peoples Institute [...]

David Anstaett2018-02-26T18:02:07+00:00

Bill Bauer

Bill Bauer, a Kansas City native, is the author of Pear Season and The Boy Who Ate Dandelions, and Promises In The Dust. His most recent book, Last Lambs: New and Selected Poems Of Vietnam, (Second Edition, BkMk Press) was chosen as a 2014 Eric Hoffer Legacy Award Finalist. While in college (1961-66) he [...]

Bill Bauer2018-02-23T22:26:58+00:00

Bill Bauer, a Kansas City native, is the author of Pear Season and The Boy Who Ate Dandelions, and Promises In The Dust. His most recent book, Last Lambs: New and Selected Poems Of Vietnam, (Second Edition, BkMk Press) was chosen as a 2014 Eric Hoffer Legacy Award Finalist. […]

2018-02-23T22:24:13+00:00

Poem of the Month

By Trish Reeves After Lewis Hine   “PLANS FOR WORK”—AN APPLICATION TURNED DOWN BY THE FOUNDATION He would have to count the coal piece by piece: this boy stone, this boy slate, this boy a cloud of soot standing in the shovel chute close to the ceiling. Darkness, he’d also have to allow for darkness [...]

Poem of the Month2018-03-05T17:35:00+00:00