<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Sep 2024 00:40:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>S</category><category>H</category><category>L</category><category>B</category><category>C</category><category>R</category><category>D</category><category>M</category><category>G</category><category>P</category><category>W</category><category>A</category><category>K</category><category>O</category><category>F</category><category>N</category><category>T</category><category>V</category><category>E</category><category>J</category><category>I</category><category>Y</category><title>Nye Beach Writers&#39; Series</title><description></description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-1247824216050084109</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T15:13:58.635-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">V</category><title>Willy Vlautin</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbF3dhN22ujJn-EY9DWMaT70nE8zLNG7ftTvkeX1S8tBYXq3K6LNXJF-UjhPtlHhXlPrPpULeX3EU5kAWuShbMnOk8wMmKpeJmfG83Kf-pKzxYYIKOoQ4WAubN62Tm7zQa4XL7J1nxFU/s1600/willy_092010_01.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521586024790594658&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbF3dhN22ujJn-EY9DWMaT70nE8zLNG7ftTvkeX1S8tBYXq3K6LNXJF-UjhPtlHhXlPrPpULeX3EU5kAWuShbMnOk8wMmKpeJmfG83Kf-pKzxYYIKOoQ4WAubN62Tm7zQa4XL7J1nxFU/s400/willy_092010_01.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 317px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight we welcome back Willy Vlautin reading from his new book, &lt;u style=&quot;color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lean on Pete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Vlautin is also the author of two previous novels, &lt;u style=&quot;color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Motel Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u style=&quot;color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Northline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u style=&quot;color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lean on Pete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is the story of Charley Thompson, a teenage boy who might be an orphan (he’s not sure). But for most of the book he is parentless. For most of the book, he’s without a companion as well, except for Lean on Pete, a racehorse doomed by a congenital bone problem.&lt;br /&gt;
When Charley’s father dies and Charley discovers that Pete is to be sent to a Mexican slaughterhouse, the action gets serious. Charley, not yet old enough to drive legally, steals a truck and trailer and kidnaps Pete. He heads out across the desert of central Oregon to find a place where both of them can be safe. Telling you more than that would be spoiling the story. &lt;br /&gt;
Written in Vlautin’s lovely, sparse style,&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cfe2f3;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style=&quot;color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lean on Pete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; has a wonderful narrative arc. The leanness of the writing serves to enhance the story. Not for this writer a cataract of adjectives and adverbs. Vlautin is rather a fine storyteller in the traditions of Raymond Carver and John Steinbeck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkYG3ZA_s_wqBO-WzyLYe_z15DhqQ-H6S9SYvGUsNS3PWw4XPGkoo-swzNnDm90LED2Tqff-D1KiGKWpz19BER6Dsw_08xsowUPadGnhWPQr5UQxgrFx0friIIzI-yws71VuXgqvYeEs/s1600/DSC_9723.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521585079941330818&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkYG3ZA_s_wqBO-WzyLYe_z15DhqQ-H6S9SYvGUsNS3PWw4XPGkoo-swzNnDm90LED2Tqff-D1KiGKWpz19BER6Dsw_08xsowUPadGnhWPQr5UQxgrFx0friIIzI-yws71VuXgqvYeEs/s400/DSC_9723.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u style=&quot;color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6JZNIBzbjEtuo7t9QyJpRylapzqpuQwBJll-fteqvKFe7i5rBMXrVxHDoqy5ghrrOUBG9sMBMmQGWV1dX2Glec8Sg-XG3-dZD-XKKNxOpcDKt__gI1BiMU8UXw9r9z3OYuPWAZRToas/s1600/willy_bookcover.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521586925210372050&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6JZNIBzbjEtuo7t9QyJpRylapzqpuQwBJll-fteqvKFe7i5rBMXrVxHDoqy5ghrrOUBG9sMBMmQGWV1dX2Glec8Sg-XG3-dZD-XKKNxOpcDKt__gI1BiMU8UXw9r9z3OYuPWAZRToas/s320/willy_bookcover.png&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 106px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ean on Pete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is a story of desperation, a story of desperate measures taken, of hope that refuses to die no matter how dire the circumstance. Vlautin quietly draws the reader in to share Charley’s and Pete’s experiences. And when redemption comes (as it generally does in Vlautin’s works), it comes so suddenly and so quietly that the reader is left with a sense of awe, of having just witnessed a small, simple miracle.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a terrific book. Please welcome &lt;b&gt;Willy Vlautin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Willy Vlautin&#39;s official website:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.willyvlautin.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.willyvlautin.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Photos of Willy Vlautin provided by Cindy Hanson; photo copyright Cindy Hanson&lt;br /&gt;
Introduction written by Marianne Klekacz</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2010/09/willy-vlautin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbF3dhN22ujJn-EY9DWMaT70nE8zLNG7ftTvkeX1S8tBYXq3K6LNXJF-UjhPtlHhXlPrPpULeX3EU5kAWuShbMnOk8wMmKpeJmfG83Kf-pKzxYYIKOoQ4WAubN62Tm7zQa4XL7J1nxFU/s72-c/willy_092010_01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-6489067975025975447</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-27T06:52:27.669-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">W</category><title>Leslie What</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ccyfViXQuOUTpjT4iZIrr4qQqShgIUSOZs9OyMj5CysZqhxNKJRPyl0sTYApzc_AWZVXUoIJfEaaZEIu2F4ay26i3ulxQg33pfOkYHWwKsYngsS4jsRwIfrsWFkMONdl_s-WvikjLN4/s1600/leslie_bookcover.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ccyfViXQuOUTpjT4iZIrr4qQqShgIUSOZs9OyMj5CysZqhxNKJRPyl0sTYApzc_AWZVXUoIJfEaaZEIu2F4ay26i3ulxQg33pfOkYHWwKsYngsS4jsRwIfrsWFkMONdl_s-WvikjLN4/s400/leslie_bookcover.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521590319965185762&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the collection Crazy Love, a tale called “Storytime” begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This story begins with a beautiful and happy woman whose husband is madly in love with her. The husband is a professional of some type, a doctor or scientist, or perhaps something to do with business. The woman is a stay-at-home mom, fulfilled and devoted to her family. There are two intelligent, well-behaved children: a teenage boy and his younger sister, each with twenty-twenty vision. The children’s orthodontist has stated that no correction is necessary.&lt;/blockquote&gt;A bucolic beginning to a story about a perfectly happy family, right? Well, no matter how the story begins, you can bet it doesn’t end that way. This is, after all, the work of tonight’s featured author, Leslie What, also occasionally known as “the queen of gonzo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not totally sure about the etymology of the word “gonzo.” I first heard it in the Sixties in connection with the work of the journalist Hunter S. Thompson. But it has entered into English dictionaries meaning “weird, crazy, bizarre, characterized by a distinctly individual style.” It can be safely said that these are definitely characteristics of Leslie’s writing. She has earned her title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met Leslie some years ago when we matriculated together into a graduate writing program at Pacific University. She seemed to me a very nice woman with a friendly smile. Then I discovered Leslie’s work. When we met, I was something of a newbie. Leslie was already an award-winning author with dozens of published stories and the novel Olympic Games to her credit. I laughed as she rewrote Greek mythology and read on, awed, as her imagination took me to places I would never have thought to go in stories that are alternately very funny or staggeringly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what she will read us tonight, but you can be sure it will take you somewhere you never anticipated. Please welcome Leslie What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction written by Marianne Klekacz</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2010/08/leslie-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ccyfViXQuOUTpjT4iZIrr4qQqShgIUSOZs9OyMj5CysZqhxNKJRPyl0sTYApzc_AWZVXUoIJfEaaZEIu2F4ay26i3ulxQg33pfOkYHWwKsYngsS4jsRwIfrsWFkMONdl_s-WvikjLN4/s72-c/leslie_bookcover.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-4427377404435270253</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T12:19:34.558-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">R</category><title>Jon Raymond</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJadDCIMSEiaLwpWeT2SD1tWr57b4zveQz3ca8FBuCc2slj7Lz39qqNQvV7gZZ6kgugGlhxtTR6IgaQUkh9X3zDbxsMhb5-akUd7rUN_8eTRTU6hQGJm2v7qa8om3MljjEmCKyGPaJOoE/s1600-h/wendylucy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJadDCIMSEiaLwpWeT2SD1tWr57b4zveQz3ca8FBuCc2slj7Lz39qqNQvV7gZZ6kgugGlhxtTR6IgaQUkh9X3zDbxsMhb5-akUd7rUN_8eTRTU6hQGJm2v7qa8om3MljjEmCKyGPaJOoE/s400/wendylucy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451532409332630978&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;Tonight’s featured author is Jon Raymond. Jon is the author of a novel, The Half Life, and a short story collection, Livability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Words and Things,” one of the stories collected in Livability, is an examination of a budding romance between Jen, a sculptor, and David, a writer. Here is what Jen has to say about the difference between “words” and “things”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Writing, Jen thought, seemed like a very sad pursuit. Like painting, but worse. At least paintings had color. Writing, though, was just black marks on paper, standing in for people and objects and events that could never be seen or felt. It seemed pathetic in a way. Nouns were the saddest words of all, trying so hard to summon real objects to life.” (p. 141)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by that passage because it seems to me that this is exactly what a writer does. He uses the tools of his craft, those black marks on paper, to attempt to zoom in on people and objects and events so that we feel we experience them firsthand. Jon Raymond does this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a giant fan of Wilbur Smith, who wrote a number of historical novels set in Egypt. But one of his books in particular, The Sunbird, has remained in my brain for several decades. The book is really two separate narratives, the first about an archeological dig, and the second, set centuries earlier, the real-time story of the residents who had lived their lives on what is now the dig. Smith uses the two stories to pose these questions: Can the land retain memory, specifically emotional memory, of what has gone before? Can the land’s memory of times long past influence current events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5taF-KerZNO5ESyOHSXki9ScY5gCsNekgQh7z43rDVo0walipM7-IBgyDgafbua9JZ06kfOD0SX64xpeD4tlGr2d_hWk43u6ZcJvFOt1CfCT2CCtXZ0GzrdBubOAdWW4lPhZswbIIj6k/s1600-h/oldjoy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5taF-KerZNO5ESyOHSXki9ScY5gCsNekgQh7z43rDVo0walipM7-IBgyDgafbua9JZ06kfOD0SX64xpeD4tlGr2d_hWk43u6ZcJvFOt1CfCT2CCtXZ0GzrdBubOAdWW4lPhZswbIIj6k/s400/oldjoy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451536916948041746&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn’t too far into my reading of The Half Life when it seemed to me that Raymond was suggesting something of the same sort. Rather than telling the two stories separately, as Smith did, he entwines the narratives of two pairs of unlikely friends taking place more than a century and a half apart. As the stories of Henry and Cookie and Tina and Trixie unfold, the reader journeys into unfamiliar territory. But it is the same territory in each narrative. As the modern story reaches resolution, it’s almost impossible not to ask: Would this tale have had the same ending in a different location? It’s a fun question to think about, and the book is a terrific read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, please welcome Jon Raymond.&quot; (Intro by Marianne Klekacz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/-Meko3UtqHY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/-Meko3UtqHY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Copyright Carla Perry</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2010/03/jon-raymond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJadDCIMSEiaLwpWeT2SD1tWr57b4zveQz3ca8FBuCc2slj7Lz39qqNQvV7gZZ6kgugGlhxtTR6IgaQUkh9X3zDbxsMhb5-akUd7rUN_8eTRTU6hQGJm2v7qa8om3MljjEmCKyGPaJOoE/s72-c/wendylucy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-2791022487146339550</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T12:18:41.534-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A</category><title>Marc Acito</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/rT5NTjmtR0o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/rT5NTjmtR0o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tonight&#39;s featured author is Marc Acito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Acito is a very funny guy. He&#39;s also a heckuva storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down with his first novel, &quot;How I Paid for College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship &amp;amp; Musical Theater,&quot; I wasn&#39;t sure what to expect.  The Oregon Book Award sticker on the cover was promising, but I don&#39;t always agree with OBA selections. The subtitle, however, made it seem as if there was something here for everyone, so I dived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time I just romped through the novel, admiring the zany characters and strong writing, and I wondered about the plot and subplot threads spinning every which way. But somewhere shortly after page 200, the action took a sudden (and surprising) turn that wrapped all the threads together. And I started to laugh. Out loud. I laughed so hard that my husband called from the next room, &quot;What the heck are you reading?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A book you&#39;ll probably like,&quot; I answered (we knew the same weird set of people in our salad days). And as soon as I discovered that the book had a real ending with a real resolution, I knew my retort was true. He&#39;s reading the book as I&#39;m writing this, and I&#39;m waiting for the laughing to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acito&#39;s second novel, &quot;Attack of the Theater People,&quot; continues the story of Edward Zanni and his misfit collection of friends, a little older now and trying to confront the world of adults. Acito throws in a little timely plot thread about corporate espionage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can figure all of those things out for yourself. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring: Jon Broderick, Jay Speakman, Moe Bowstern, Dave Densmore, Geno Leech, Clem Starck &amp;amp; Gene &quot;Red Hawk&quot; Davenport and with James and Julz Kasner performing in the Aquarium lobby to kick off Saturday night&#39;s Main Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FisherPoets on the Edge invites all who enjoy fishing and the bounty of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days of FisherPoetry, Storytelling and &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRiKcqdT1WhBpcb3wdSMJ9nmWRvCb0aWPQnyBbVeTbLazPrQqeHI7E88zLrQ-CSl5WzDQLEEh7h7bBXNGTV2CsLh0vnjWgBhJYyKLFsiWEHB_7Ih_6lwlTL72gkSWTUkbwPiKpGb6CqQ/s1600-h/bkrockfish.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 218px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRiKcqdT1WhBpcb3wdSMJ9nmWRvCb0aWPQnyBbVeTbLazPrQqeHI7E88zLrQ-CSl5WzDQLEEh7h7bBXNGTV2CsLh0vnjWgBhJYyKLFsiWEHB_7Ih_6lwlTL72gkSWTUkbwPiKpGb6CqQ/s400/bkrockfish.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429006976202912578&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Songwriting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 1: FILMS at the Newport Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 2: MAIN FisherPoets EVENT at the Oregon Coast Aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 3: OPEN MIC and HEARTY BRUNCH BUFFET at the Yaquina Bay Yacht Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 4: POETRY WRITING WORKSHOP at the Yaquina Bay Yacht Club</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-fisherpoets-on-edge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRiKcqdT1WhBpcb3wdSMJ9nmWRvCb0aWPQnyBbVeTbLazPrQqeHI7E88zLrQ-CSl5WzDQLEEh7h7bBXNGTV2CsLh0vnjWgBhJYyKLFsiWEHB_7Ih_6lwlTL72gkSWTUkbwPiKpGb6CqQ/s72-c/bkrockfish.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-1921222608069237416</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T21:14:14.140-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">C</category><title>Craig Carothers</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTQ4XoVEvCk1bSdp5ZcrUR0w0YylNqoSzxQe2tP7zLtpRH-VwkO2ZpOmmGuDucIrlkzbbPYze6do0d3dJoJ9IF5x1g98ETDAM6rPpvVxoaYuGoXWRV2qDWSvWLZJrwl-Zw2HPVJjY9pQ/s1600-h/Carothers20a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTQ4XoVEvCk1bSdp5ZcrUR0w0YylNqoSzxQe2tP7zLtpRH-VwkO2ZpOmmGuDucIrlkzbbPYze6do0d3dJoJ9IF5x1g98ETDAM6rPpvVxoaYuGoXWRV2qDWSvWLZJrwl-Zw2HPVJjY9pQ/s400/Carothers20a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414584446341765106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRAIG CAROTHERS  grew up in the Pacific Northwest. His parents, both music teachers, introduced him to a wide range of music including jazz, classical and blues. Carothers also cites a number of Motown, pop and folk influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His song, Little Hercules, recorded for Trisha Yearwood, went Gold.  Craig is now traveling the country in support of his most recent CDs, Solo and Nothing Fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig Carothers has toured with or opened for Mose Allison, Karla Bonoff, Jonatha Brooke, Rosanne Cash, Bruce Cockburn, Paula Cole, Robert Cray, Catie Curtis, Crash Test Dummies, Donovan, Peter Himmelman, John Hiatt, Leo Kottke, Patty Larkin, Michael McDonald, Dennis Miller, Anne Murray, Danny O&#39;Keefe, Leroy Parnell, Paula Poundstone, Boz Skaggs, Toad The Wet Sprocket, Richard Thompson, Jethro Tull, Romeo Void, Loudon Wainwright III, Tim Weisberg, David Wilcox, Warren Zevon, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Craig Carothers, visit his website at &lt;a href=&quot;http://craigcarothers.com&quot;&gt;craigcarothers.com&lt;/a&gt;, his last appearance at the Nye Beach Writers&#39; Series, or on our past presenters archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rZFN5-ndwcU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rZFN5-ndwcU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/11/craig-carothers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTQ4XoVEvCk1bSdp5ZcrUR0w0YylNqoSzxQe2tP7zLtpRH-VwkO2ZpOmmGuDucIrlkzbbPYze6do0d3dJoJ9IF5x1g98ETDAM6rPpvVxoaYuGoXWRV2qDWSvWLZJrwl-Zw2HPVJjY9pQ/s72-c/Carothers20a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-4426684595901204906</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T21:12:03.878-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">H</category><title>Don Henry</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOzvTVSMPbHQI_HgGFe5K1WWA1U7bYDnMLAYglcveaf_M1Y9cWEds-VUsuISVmwNVh17Xd-Lc_youSCbXfdkNatZHerFnCghZ8iY6HAyBbbv438IOEpgNIEGIoqKlfVwst2RgfE4hjUw/s1600-h/donhenry2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 170px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOzvTVSMPbHQI_HgGFe5K1WWA1U7bYDnMLAYglcveaf_M1Y9cWEds-VUsuISVmwNVh17Xd-Lc_youSCbXfdkNatZHerFnCghZ8iY6HAyBbbv438IOEpgNIEGIoqKlfVwst2RgfE4hjUw/s400/donhenry2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414583491733748370&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy Award winner DON HENRY&#39;S songs have been recorded by legends like: Ray Charles, Patti Page and Conway Twitty, by country crooners like: Gene Watson, John Conlee and B.J. Thomas and by young hit makers of today like: Blake Shelton, Lonestar and Kathy Mattea...and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his songs shine most when heard by the very artist who wrote them in the concerts he performs across the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Don&#39;s shows, you&#39;ll easily spot those who have yet to hear his songs; upon first experiencing them, the listener is often moved to laughter or tears, sometimes both at the same time! And everyone leaves humming, because Don Henry songs stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/sCOod1d5o-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/sCOod1d5o-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;s unique perspective is expressed in instantly memorable melodies and equally smart arrangements that appeal to listeners across musical borders, and across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dirty Linen observed about his Philadelphia Folk Festival appearance: &quot;The crowd was won over by this guy and his guitar. Long may he write.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Don Henry, visit his website at &lt;a href=&quot;http://donhenry.com&quot;&gt;donhenry.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/11/don-henry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOzvTVSMPbHQI_HgGFe5K1WWA1U7bYDnMLAYglcveaf_M1Y9cWEds-VUsuISVmwNVh17Xd-Lc_youSCbXfdkNatZHerFnCghZ8iY6HAyBbbv438IOEpgNIEGIoqKlfVwst2RgfE4hjUw/s72-c/donhenry2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-4968432919442660407</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T21:08:16.824-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">K</category><title>Marianne Klekacz</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJJza3GLnDIlXA3ovjU0DZCB-uj6AxzZWrABtvpg3rDR-2LHtuOhj8KXFMGHeWAODTaO3WxkIZbig9fLe85ptIZXdl5WEuVYc1DClHMFwUvTAdTWOanbHnu7HtCfUHIeKT4ktjIOmmKY/s1600-h/Klekacz43a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJJza3GLnDIlXA3ovjU0DZCB-uj6AxzZWrABtvpg3rDR-2LHtuOhj8KXFMGHeWAODTaO3WxkIZbig9fLe85ptIZXdl5WEuVYc1DClHMFwUvTAdTWOanbHnu7HtCfUHIeKT4ktjIOmmKY/s320/Klekacz43a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414582297494248722&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MARIANNE KLEKACZ graduated from Marylhurst University with a B.A. in English/Creative Writing, and received her M.F.A. from Pacific University. She is the author of the chapbook, &quot;Life Science,&quot; which won the Edna Meudt Memorial Award from the National Federation of State Poetry Societies in 2003, and the full-length poetry collection, &quot;When Words Fail,&quot; was released in 2009 by Dancing Moon Press.&lt;br /&gt;Words Fail Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne has extensive experience winning prizes in poetry, serving as a judge in poetry contests, and leading panels on the topic of poetry. She is the recipient of a Binford Writing Scholarship at Marylhurst and a former president of the Oregon State Poetry Association and a board member of Writers On The Edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_KogFkfI8EpJBIyIGdf-6Kq57clu8v0fgS-7DGANjVHgKZTTm5RcBjR3yT0OHrdMtjVKLdMVcCtPgxIGRHL8dX0bsJmPkKyhLqY_VXDycFgCQ0iQhcQ0btAp9MvvWbxVSEIihQUyK7c/s1600-h/Klekacz-FrontCover.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_KogFkfI8EpJBIyIGdf-6Kq57clu8v0fgS-7DGANjVHgKZTTm5RcBjR3yT0OHrdMtjVKLdMVcCtPgxIGRHL8dX0bsJmPkKyhLqY_VXDycFgCQ0iQhcQ0btAp9MvvWbxVSEIihQUyK7c/s400/Klekacz-FrontCover.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414582621348823778&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She recently resigned from Intel Corporation and now lives fulltime in a remote valley on the west side of Oregon&#39;s Coast Range mountains, along with a husband and an enormous variety of wildlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; 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Thinking that others might feel the same way, she has collected stories, essays and poems into an anthology called Splash! Great Writing About Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving to South Carolina, she has edited an anthology of 20th century Edgefield poetry called Lovely Village of the Hills, available through Paperwhites, 102 Courthouse Square, Edgefield SC 29824, (803) 637-0600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to poetry, Laurel has written essays and book reviews for such publications as Publishers Weekly, American Book Review, and Small Press Review. Her interviews and essays on cultural and political topics, ranging from writers&#39; colonies and amusement parks to art forgeries, libraries, and nuclear non-proliferation have appeared in Poets &amp;amp; Writers Magazine, Empire State Report, and things (UK), among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura&#39;s official website: http://www.laurelblossom.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/NIks1IFVTaA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/NIks1IFVTaA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lquXBRwdrso&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lquXBRwdrso&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/10/laurel-blossom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOOHr30ciJ4e72qh0ScxHE5wZjpyzqSbR5o9ICmtjlO99G4xe8kJmqvJDQdECk9FB5UeMB-O5haWNoBc-epSnaFVWMKrjYXvkqM1UXZKJYyHvCV-ItGDZzOcclyG_o6o7f84yjChUQKs/s72-c/email_200910_01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-7938326119415479762</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T20:57:02.139-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B</category><title>Jules Boykoff</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt0vluvBJubE1PsEf1swgnPYqaZawpU8oBvgRfekxo50Mr6RNGG2tHbJ58LBqHnN2lSiPcsCFzipYppy0ZGCoElV9YHkk-PjmWFSbQFA-LnQXpnlKoCtybA8DcAvdHJtKpezAVqv1al8/s1600-h/Boykoff2A.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt0vluvBJubE1PsEf1swgnPYqaZawpU8oBvgRfekxo50Mr6RNGG2tHbJ58LBqHnN2lSiPcsCFzipYppy0ZGCoElV9YHkk-PjmWFSbQFA-LnQXpnlKoCtybA8DcAvdHJtKpezAVqv1al8/s320/Boykoff2A.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414578534209095234&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jules Boykoff is the author of two poetry collections: &quot;Hegemonic Love Potion,&quot; and &quot;Once Upon A Neoliberal Rocket Badge&quot;. Besides &quot;Landscapes of Dissent&quot; his political writing includes &quot;Beyond Bullets: The Suppression of Dissent in the United States,&quot; and &quot;The Suppression of Dissent: How the State and Mass Media Squelch US American Social Movements.&quot; Boykoff&#39;s critical writing has appeared recently in The Nation, The Guardian, The Oregonian, and Wheelhouse Magazine. In November 2006 he was an invited speaker at the United Nations Climate Change Conference in Nairobi, Kenya, where he presented research he carried out on U.S. media coverage of global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boykoff is also an enthusiastic soccer fan who played soccer at the University of Portland and represented the U.S. Olympic Team in international competition. He played professional soccer for the Portland Pride, Minnesota Thunder, and Milwaukee Wave. Boykoff teaches politics and writing at Pacific University and co-curates the Tangent Reading Series with Kaia Sand and Rodney Koeneke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/dnyvmOMtWfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/dnyvmOMtWfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZRh93DbF21EpRNNYg5f8u97nXTUfo_z0975eDftIbyic-gZxTRDCzfyZKcxM_qUg1PGe0sPLuNF73jAyaiTI-B2UERbOiAsaMt4sPopO1JmCMSpCjna9KjImym-0dybnTSShnOrhPvk/s1600-h/landscapeofdissent.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 176px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZRh93DbF21EpRNNYg5f8u97nXTUfo_z0975eDftIbyic-gZxTRDCzfyZKcxM_qUg1PGe0sPLuNF73jAyaiTI-B2UERbOiAsaMt4sPopO1JmCMSpCjna9KjImym-0dybnTSShnOrhPvk/s320/landscapeofdissent.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414578815666208082&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Part primer, part field guide to pull from satchel during actions, Landscapes of Dissent skillfully compresses all the theory you need to take poetry out of the page and into the Spaces Formerly Known as Public. By focusing attention on where the poem happens (freeway signs, corporate shopping districts, chain link fences policing the commons), rather than its content or form, Sand and Boykoff open a fresh window on the hand-wringing question of poetry and politics.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;—Arch Llewellyn, Amazon review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4o0cgreoQwg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4o0cgreoQwg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/09/jules-boykoff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt0vluvBJubE1PsEf1swgnPYqaZawpU8oBvgRfekxo50Mr6RNGG2tHbJ58LBqHnN2lSiPcsCFzipYppy0ZGCoElV9YHkk-PjmWFSbQFA-LnQXpnlKoCtybA8DcAvdHJtKpezAVqv1al8/s72-c/Boykoff2A.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-6615056903664917665</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T20:54:56.665-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>Kaia Sand</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqm06N6kmic1mog8Idv60Uf5a_Erq7-STR-LCQvbrJXDTzvUXa6TwwcRuX941yMhOhyphenhyphenVz9goH9f1k1TOVpXRlD21hp3C3ZqrVANzHkBLAEL6fufKejMhmRQ_35dA3GLbuyCnndnbGnhE/s1600-h/kaiasand01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqm06N6kmic1mog8Idv60Uf5a_Erq7-STR-LCQvbrJXDTzvUXa6TwwcRuX941yMhOhyphenhyphenVz9goH9f1k1TOVpXRlD21hp3C3ZqrVANzHkBLAEL6fufKejMhmRQ_35dA3GLbuyCnndnbGnhE/s400/kaiasand01.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414577246274068626&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaia Sand &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Jules Boykoff&lt;/strong&gt; are performance poets and activists for  political and social justice. They combined their talents to co-author  the book, &lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Landscapes of Dissent: Guerrilla Poetry and Public Spac&lt;/span&gt;,&quot;&lt;/em&gt; a book that explores what dissent looks like when framed and made by poets, and how dissent alters our understanding of what poetry might be and become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaia Sand&#39;s&lt;/strong&gt; poetry collection, &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;interval&lt;/span&gt;,&quot; was selected as a &lt;strong&gt;Small Press Traffic  Book of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;. She created several chapbooks through &lt;strong&gt;Dusie Kollektiv &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.dusie.org/&quot; eudora=&quot;autourl&quot;&gt;www.dusie.org&lt;/a&gt;), which published her wee book, &lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;lotto&lt;/span&gt;,&quot;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;tiny arctic ice&lt;/span&gt;,&quot;&lt;/em&gt; re-configured as a broadside by &lt;strong&gt;Bowerbox Press&lt;/strong&gt;. Sand recently performed  poetry collaged entirely from the &lt;strong&gt;North American Free Trade Agreement&lt;/strong&gt;,  at the &lt;strong&gt;Positions Colloquium of the Kootenay School of Writing&lt;/strong&gt; in Vancouver, British Columbia. Her investigations of Portland, Oregon geography, including a poetry map and guided walk, will be published this fall as &lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Remember to Wave&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;/em&gt; through &lt;strong&gt;Tinfish Press&lt;/strong&gt;. Her poems comprise the text of two books in Jim Dine&#39;s &lt;em&gt;&quot;Hot Dreams&quot;&lt;/em&gt; series (Steidel Editions), as well as the text for a choral composition by Matthew Sargent, &lt;em&gt;&quot;Riverbed Echo.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; Sand co-edits the &lt;strong&gt;Tangent Press &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thetangentpress.org/&quot; eudora=&quot;autourl&quot;&gt; www.thetangentpress.org&lt;/a&gt;), and co-curates the &lt;strong&gt;Tangent Reading series&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/062pIwX52OA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/062pIwX52OA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaia-sand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqm06N6kmic1mog8Idv60Uf5a_Erq7-STR-LCQvbrJXDTzvUXa6TwwcRuX941yMhOhyphenhyphenVz9goH9f1k1TOVpXRlD21hp3C3ZqrVANzHkBLAEL6fufKejMhmRQ_35dA3GLbuyCnndnbGnhE/s72-c/kaiasand01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-8229945056294519422</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T20:58:06.604-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A</category><title>Dori Appel</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wURY0h7FuAV5_TcH68S-bSvO6CsPcAEtJVZaFHbfchYET-ZNyo8HDXWXqfgyJE81RP89eEUjlO-j4FQeJkunyfpAzb4nHr45VDQglmrIilLMVfm_dlVF8bqqTGgemPOjWULAAUZoiBE/s1600-h/appel3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wURY0h7FuAV5_TcH68S-bSvO6CsPcAEtJVZaFHbfchYET-ZNyo8HDXWXqfgyJE81RP89eEUjlO-j4FQeJkunyfpAzb4nHr45VDQglmrIilLMVfm_dlVF8bqqTGgemPOjWULAAUZoiBE/s400/appel3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414575239597426082&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dori Appel&lt;/strong&gt; is an Ashland writer whose poems have been widely published in journals and anthologies, including &lt;em class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;The Best Is Yet To Be&lt;/em&gt;, the audio recording of which was a 1997 Grammy finalist. Her recent collection of poems,&lt;em class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt; Another Rude Awakening&lt;/em&gt;, was published in 2008 by &lt;strong&gt;Cherry Grove Collections&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YmnNcrQtwTuGLvx2TOZh4GfbxuAu0OU6Lswfb46JNOy-_97HPmMqK9egz3zsdWHYv3OWJc1-YgfQyiF2aMxRUPpoxAU4ftYjbAqw44BGzKLcWCKG9BTphryFaetzbF9mD_rVHWwYj5k/s1600-h/anotherrudeawakening.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YmnNcrQtwTuGLvx2TOZh4GfbxuAu0OU6Lswfb46JNOy-_97HPmMqK9egz3zsdWHYv3OWJc1-YgfQyiF2aMxRUPpoxAU4ftYjbAqw44BGzKLcWCKG9BTphryFaetzbF9mD_rVHWwYj5k/s320/anotherrudeawakening.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414575989958283186&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dori is the author of eighteen full-length plays, plus many one-acts and monologues. She was the winner of the Oregon Book Award in Drama in 1998, 1999, and 2001, and her most recent play, &lt;em class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Hat Tricks&lt;/em&gt;, published by Samuel French, was a finalist for the Oregon Book Award in 2008. &lt;em class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Girl Talk&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt; Hot Flashes&lt;/em&gt;, both co-authored with &lt;strong&gt;Carolyn Myers&lt;/strong&gt;, are also published by &lt;strong&gt;Samuel French&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two full-length plays, &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN GOD CAME TO BABYLON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and     &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&#39;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNOW YOU ANYWHERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are being translated into Bulgarian for presentation by director and actress Victoria Koleva to professional theaters throughout Bulgaria. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dori Appel&#39;s &lt;/strong&gt;official website: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.doriappel.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.doriappel.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/08/dori-appel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wURY0h7FuAV5_TcH68S-bSvO6CsPcAEtJVZaFHbfchYET-ZNyo8HDXWXqfgyJE81RP89eEUjlO-j4FQeJkunyfpAzb4nHr45VDQglmrIilLMVfm_dlVF8bqqTGgemPOjWULAAUZoiBE/s72-c/appel3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-4141834642511123122</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T20:43:25.449-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L</category><title>David Lee</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuawSS2OEwDbr1lb2Tl5bTgMvaRZezhrUReQRC4s8f29tdW2qHT50iMT5RsxbW_Q0rwM2T6KK2T6ufMODgmBOUmd8SCvnmCE-1RfSJOVzNMScSHPgOmgCe2IeYCRb4yfocwXzsybc7Jjk/s1600-h/lee-david13A.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuawSS2OEwDbr1lb2Tl5bTgMvaRZezhrUReQRC4s8f29tdW2qHT50iMT5RsxbW_Q0rwM2T6KK2T6ufMODgmBOUmd8SCvnmCE-1RfSJOVzNMScSHPgOmgCe2IeYCRb4yfocwXzsybc7Jjk/s320/lee-david13A.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571492663008402&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the publication of his first book of poems, &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Porcine Legacy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1974), &lt;strong&gt;David Lee&lt;/strong&gt; has written sixteen volumes               of poetry, including &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;So Quietly the Earth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Driving &amp;amp; Drinking&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;News from Down to the Cafe&lt;/span&gt;. Two new collections               will be released in 2009; the first, &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;A House Made of Time&lt;/span&gt;, is a collaboration with former poet laureate of               Nebraska, William Kloefkorn (Logan House Press); the second is&lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt; Texas Wild Flowers: A Triptych&lt;/span&gt; (Wood Works Press).        &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiS6xh-fSJn6jUYHY5UwaFf0lCQmXoBrgHlFoXj9XxVEITGd_0YQRhhZJ35igXVYGRoks4wBKc1ejoZigSWEb2qjqYorVWBrCg1Px2KaT-jauVK6OKh2w1Nhv5pdTZWUK5MaX_VUJBDqE/s1600-h/tpc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 215px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiS6xh-fSJn6jUYHY5UwaFf0lCQmXoBrgHlFoXj9XxVEITGd_0YQRhhZJ35igXVYGRoks4wBKc1ejoZigSWEb2qjqYorVWBrCg1Px2KaT-jauVK6OKh2w1Nhv5pdTZWUK5MaX_VUJBDqE/s320/tpc.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571884760988370&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt;, first and former poet laureate of the State of Utah, has studied in the seminary for the ministry, was                   a boxer  and is a decorated Army veteran, played semiprofessional baseball as the only white player to ever play                   for the Negro League Post Texas Blue Stars, and was a knuckleball pitcher for the South Plains Texas league                   Hubbers.    &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59tbfUy62lNoZmLuinufSlXfrNbs3kDySKLKYrdI8z1vHbyR6DXkdv-wiv_8um-cRNutYqxZxAYyLae7KI3Yx-gydqu8s1rs3lZXByenLk3A2JvBgseU2iIqIBP6m2vZViPdmmktEiTc/s1600-h/sqte.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 215px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59tbfUy62lNoZmLuinufSlXfrNbs3kDySKLKYrdI8z1vHbyR6DXkdv-wiv_8um-cRNutYqxZxAYyLae7KI3Yx-gydqu8s1rs3lZXByenLk3A2JvBgseU2iIqIBP6m2vZViPdmmktEiTc/s320/sqte.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571998738255554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David has raised hogs, worked for years as a laborer in a cotton mill, earned a Ph.D. with a specialty in               the poetry of John Milton, and is the recently-retired Chairman of the Department of Language and Literature at               Southern Utah University. He has received the Mountains and Plains Booksellers Award in Poetry, and the Western               States Book Award in Poetry, the Utah Governor&#39;s Award for lifetime achievement in the arts, and been honored as               one of Utah&#39;s top twelve writers of all time by the Utah Endowment for the Humanities.              David splits his time between Bandera, Texas, and Seaside, Oregon, where he scribbles and wanders available roads,               trails and beaches, all at about the same rate and pace.  After an 8 year hiatus, which may or may not relate to               the bush administration, he has returned to the narrative format in his new work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhkkdKAiv2VmyF8OiJYiFG5AxPIE-ERo7G1heI8-6_BVLSCB9uqr0gTpRcWLUdST2XWDEXqTHucYXfsV8URv8o1T41ihams1fqqyrs7yh6F_5laK-zSc5LMnGN0Ak4OQrS-UOa4hisA4/s1600-h/21gs.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhkkdKAiv2VmyF8OiJYiFG5AxPIE-ERo7G1heI8-6_BVLSCB9uqr0gTpRcWLUdST2XWDEXqTHucYXfsV8URv8o1T41ihams1fqqyrs7yh6F_5laK-zSc5LMnGN0Ak4OQrS-UOa4hisA4/s320/21gs.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414572195963439394&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/08/david-lee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuawSS2OEwDbr1lb2Tl5bTgMvaRZezhrUReQRC4s8f29tdW2qHT50iMT5RsxbW_Q0rwM2T6KK2T6ufMODgmBOUmd8SCvnmCE-1RfSJOVzNMScSHPgOmgCe2IeYCRb4yfocwXzsybc7Jjk/s72-c/lee-david13A.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-476371231843033743</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T01:41:04.421-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">C</category><title>Craig Carothers</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFWvtWHK4pqxG7QsLHa5E297WtAYIeZiDiWktRE7EzMwtip0pprpVllKRgIOplXrl9QpRMBG-fjUwqKFsBLSFUOpRyTkd5QtUeptLV2rouDAjuMZ7iI-QprkvCtzOD6liD0H5djj-ypA/s1600-h/Carothers18A.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFWvtWHK4pqxG7QsLHa5E297WtAYIeZiDiWktRE7EzMwtip0pprpVllKRgIOplXrl9QpRMBG-fjUwqKFsBLSFUOpRyTkd5QtUeptLV2rouDAjuMZ7iI-QprkvCtzOD6liD0H5djj-ypA/s320/Carothers18A.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364170169257588258&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWjx9C7RqF-P6gHhypniizdW8VhpaDxPlHmIuXpE4z8HuCtdHmdSqQ5lWnUeFXK9l0JYisW0co8FdGqj1BSjaZvM20pAU69RWtomWC-ykMC8znnOjT3XzV6DapyuJa-i7oVQEW6t1C_o/s1600-h/carothers1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tonight&#39;s featured writer is Craig Carothers.  We often hear about the &quot;music&quot; of a certain piece of poetry or prose. But Craig approaches music in his work more directly: He writes songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nationally and internationally famous, Craig started his career in Portland. He moved to Nashville in 2000, but it seems like he&#39;s almost never there. He&#39;s likely to pop up almost anywhere for a performance, whether it&#39;s solo, as this evening&#39;s show is, or with a&lt;br /&gt;group of his friends for a &quot;songwriters in the round&quot; gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s difficult to characterize Craig&#39;s music, but it has inspired an enthusiastic following perhaps comparable only to the &quot;Dead-heads.&quot; When tonight&#39;s show leaves you wanting more, take home some music from the book table in the back of the room or catch him live on Tuesday July 19 at the Buffalo Gap saloon in Portland, where you can listen with your hands wrapped around a pretty good margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s good to have Craig back in Oregon. And it&#39;s good to anticipate some wonderful acoustic guitar and lyrics on such a lovely evening on the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please welcome Craig Carothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;-Marianne Klekacz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEW1wvT8SsDOEf5sAIStEpAQTXNa_EL0H0WV5qrw7wAu32KjnqgN-X8YWqtGlfanL0OakHMwJx-5uu8DN5oQBvgYSHIIfvYtBsPHL-p2jyB8hUXNQdolC6FoUktqbfOnF-y6NuXZvMb8/s1600-h/Carothers20a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEW1wvT8SsDOEf5sAIStEpAQTXNa_EL0H0WV5qrw7wAu32KjnqgN-X8YWqtGlfanL0OakHMwJx-5uu8DN5oQBvgYSHIIfvYtBsPHL-p2jyB8hUXNQdolC6FoUktqbfOnF-y6NuXZvMb8/s320/Carothers20a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364170001494347874&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRAIG CAROTHERS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; grew up in the Pacific Northwest. His parents, both music teachers, introduced him to a wide range of music including jazz, classical and blues. Carothers also cites a number of Motown, pop and folk influences. His song, Little Hercules,  recorded for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.trishayearwood.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Trisha Yearwood&lt;/a&gt;, went Gold.  Craig is now traveling the country in support of his most recent CDs, Solo and Nothing Fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Craig Carothers has toured with or opened for  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.moseallison.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mose Allison&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.karlabonoff.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Karla Bonoff&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jonathabrooke.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Jonatha Brooke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rosannecash.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Rosanne Cash&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.brucecockburn.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bruce  Cockburn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.paulacole.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Paula Cole&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.robertcray.com/minisites/live/index.php&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Robert Cray&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://catiecurtis.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Catie Curtis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.crashtestdummies.com/&quot; 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He cites as major influences Steinbeck, Hemingway, London, and Saroyan. But he came to believe early on that non-fiction was more interesting than fiction. He graduated from OSU in 1974, tried logging for awhile, and in 1978 he went to sea fishing for crab in the frigid waters off the coast of Alaska. In 1981, deciding he’d had enough of the back-breaking, bone-grinding work of crab fishing, he discovered that he could write. He has drawn his stories from his experiences with the fishing fleet. His fourth book, Survivor’s Edge, is with the printer now. He has served as a consultant for three episodes of the TV series “After the Catch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPNFsjksRkM-yumdV34KaKjRp8XcynJtajvX1NNlJuEOVkQRu15HLK4vjz0-SoGnPuaOoRPCdVpUQS8pHtEfE3PaCD9OrB-3tTAnfxMMgV07EBl25KUPVHIlEPcxW4FrC77BxYhJFXi4/s1600-h/comingbackalive.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPNFsjksRkM-yumdV34KaKjRp8XcynJtajvX1NNlJuEOVkQRu15HLK4vjz0-SoGnPuaOoRPCdVpUQS8pHtEfE3PaCD9OrB-3tTAnfxMMgV07EBl25KUPVHIlEPcxW4FrC77BxYhJFXi4/s320/comingbackalive.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350255590860591842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up Walker’s first book, Working on the Edge, intending to just skim it. It consumed about two days of my attention. It displaced housework, watering the garden, even reading the new New Yorker magazine. I found it difficult to put down long enough to cobble together meals. After the dramatic conclusion, I reflected on how much I had learned in the process of being gripped by this amazing narrative.  It should be required reading for any young person who has dreams of going to Alaska and “making it big” in the fishing industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know from our conversations and from his writing that he truly has the gift of gab, and I can hardly wait to hear what he has to say.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marianne Klekacz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Copyright Carla Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/_dzv0umpXh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/_dzv0umpXh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/06/spike-walker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySJe9LM0M6hZxUQkqN_Zh57Uv7XwCwNsVDllTE273H_V5mcMCyUHngooBuWPYfFZdlID84PvP6elr1lJmgqwBLg0BDZZ0Yuxrmnf75dwDRmmABTSUchB6yz6WijhlIsqs20xroXNSXLc/s72-c/spike200x254.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-6518166251593344167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T05:51:42.125-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L</category><title>Jessica Lamb</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46WbXxCxTbeYHtYIapoBqc14DPONNkhf6MxvbFHb0BJEgUZ6mKxN8fU1nYFfGXvHb38ejm3rC6LS98B9LQ38gVYL0SkrTJNlO7UvBkk6gjpoEr5bRLhlRZA0o6jFXA-5GaydPuHf_3q8/s1600-h/Lamb-Jessica1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46WbXxCxTbeYHtYIapoBqc14DPONNkhf6MxvbFHb0BJEgUZ6mKxN8fU1nYFfGXvHb38ejm3rC6LS98B9LQ38gVYL0SkrTJNlO7UvBkk6gjpoEr5bRLhlRZA0o6jFXA-5GaydPuHf_3q8/s320/Lamb-Jessica1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337158973957804962&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JESSICA LAMB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walks the night rounds of the spirit in this first, unflinching collection of poems, keeping her accounts of desire and disappointment, loneliness and kinship, fertility and decay. The book is animated by a fierce, imperfect love–a mother&#39;s love for her young son; a woman&#39;s love for her long-time husband; a human&#39;s love for this afflicted earth. In poems of gratitude and lament, Jessica Lamb explores the private, and often silent, negotiations a woman makes between the longings of the solitary heart and the demands of marriage and parenting. In the midst of hunger, plunder, and surrender, she finds small stubborn signs of promise and renewal. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13PCj4pwqda36wvTbd0mjpn3w-x7PQ-HgpYIYiNcnkqwZQypBEfUjL8eLIpJZB_8k5AAMTvIrt4jhvwDaE3WcT6XBP58xj3nheHZVASTa70fjIeG0VHIxWJwElaPGRpK7oCG4sw4Qpqs/s1600-h/Lamb-Jessica-CoverApples.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 241px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13PCj4pwqda36wvTbd0mjpn3w-x7PQ-HgpYIYiNcnkqwZQypBEfUjL8eLIpJZB_8k5AAMTvIrt4jhvwDaE3WcT6XBP58xj3nheHZVASTa70fjIeG0VHIxWJwElaPGRpK7oCG4sw4Qpqs/s320/Lamb-Jessica-CoverApples.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337159042924483762&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raised in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, Jessica Lamb received a master’s degree in Italian literature from Stanford University before settling in Portland, where she has taught writing for many years through the Northwest Writing Institute, Portland Community College, and Literary Arts’ Writers in the Schools program. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including &lt;em&gt;Poetry&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Southern Review&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Willow Spring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.airliepress.org/html/last_apples.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To learn more about Jessica Lamb, click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.airliepress.org/html/last_apples.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://poems.com/feature.php?date=14153&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Mne5bXWtyDg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Mne5bXWtyDg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video copyright by Carla Perry&lt;br /&gt;Photo copyright by Carla Perry</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/05/jessica-lamb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46WbXxCxTbeYHtYIapoBqc14DPONNkhf6MxvbFHb0BJEgUZ6mKxN8fU1nYFfGXvHb38ejm3rC6LS98B9LQ38gVYL0SkrTJNlO7UvBkk6gjpoEr5bRLhlRZA0o6jFXA-5GaydPuHf_3q8/s72-c/Lamb-Jessica1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-2522505657929148392</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T05:51:08.312-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">W</category><title>John Witte</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAc5zJsSrYIW5D77d7-P0xQz4K1ukW7PHoDQusVyJXxoXUdrzaAN_qcglVhH5F437Z9SWPqRflg8kHdfL9PisSmVp_FPch-swzdt1x9DTaTgzB3eL6qynemb00ZY1FhzXaimNEgRmOlY/s1600-h/Witte3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAc5zJsSrYIW5D77d7-P0xQz4K1ukW7PHoDQusVyJXxoXUdrzaAN_qcglVhH5F437Z9SWPqRflg8kHdfL9PisSmVp_FPch-swzdt1x9DTaTgzB3eL6qynemb00ZY1FhzXaimNEgRmOlY/s320/Witte3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;John Witte&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337158117204072994&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHN WITTE&#39;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; poems have appeared widely, in publications such as The New Yorker, Paris Review, and American Poetry Review, and been included in The Norton Introduction to Literature, among several anthologies. He is the author of &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Loving the Days&lt;/span&gt; (Wesleyan University  Press, 1978), &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;The Hurtling&lt;/span&gt; (Orchises Press, 2005), and &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Second  Nature &lt;/span&gt;(University of Washington Press, 2008).                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3impK1ul6esxA3uy4HjeuRZExnahdZfPwl6mMw90xWetBBxMbWiKAjCMR28kBwmWgCzc_QAe9lTfBRDcMUnqF_bxZI0uEWmYz55I4ib3TvTqVgIuVV4JkjCCbh3uLJU6j-c8ozgMIvk/s1600-h/secondnature.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 204px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3impK1ul6esxA3uy4HjeuRZExnahdZfPwl6mMw90xWetBBxMbWiKAjCMR28kBwmWgCzc_QAe9lTfBRDcMUnqF_bxZI0uEWmYz55I4ib3TvTqVgIuVV4JkjCCbh3uLJU6j-c8ozgMIvk/s320/secondnature.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337158233448509794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John is also  the editor of &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;The Collected Poems of Hazel Hall &lt;/span&gt;(Oregon State  University Press, 2000), and a former editor of &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Northwest Review&lt;/span&gt;. He is the recipient of two writing fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, and a residency at the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center. He lives with his family in Eugene, Oregon, where he teaches literature at the University of Oregon.&lt;/p&gt;For more info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.washington.edu/uwpress/search/books/WITSEC.html&quot; eudora=&quot;autourl&quot;&gt; http://www.washington.edu/uwpress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://poems.com/feature.php?date=14153&quot;&gt;http://poems.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/xt62LB1FdQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/xt62LB1FdQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KUDhzQAYTTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KUDhzQAYTTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video copyright by Carla Perry&lt;br /&gt;Photo copyright by Carla Perry</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/05/john-witte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAc5zJsSrYIW5D77d7-P0xQz4K1ukW7PHoDQusVyJXxoXUdrzaAN_qcglVhH5F437Z9SWPqRflg8kHdfL9PisSmVp_FPch-swzdt1x9DTaTgzB3eL6qynemb00ZY1FhzXaimNEgRmOlY/s72-c/Witte3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-483826510150706310</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T12:48:57.749-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">E</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L</category><title>Michele Longo Eder</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwtXEBM00AkQ-qFNrUbD5I9ZyX9jzHusqN_Vk-yzofpZ8xCZan481ulymuRv-ACGgK8VCTUujm-fYRfu1DwdcW0UTumxwCDknOFGHNhfBt6RfK_R4tLFO5vSXJ1ffr0oAPwZ0mZSSnA8/s1600-h/mle.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwtXEBM00AkQ-qFNrUbD5I9ZyX9jzHusqN_Vk-yzofpZ8xCZan481ulymuRv-ACGgK8VCTUujm-fYRfu1DwdcW0UTumxwCDknOFGHNhfBt6RfK_R4tLFO5vSXJ1ffr0oAPwZ0mZSSnA8/s200/mle.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315458948202396002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introduction by Marianne Klekacz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Michele Longo Eder&#39;s first book was published in 2008. &lt;b&gt;Salt in Our Blood: The Memoir of a Fisherman&#39;s Wife&lt;/b&gt;, draws on Eder&#39;s journals, public records, interviews, essays, and other sources to reflect the realities of the life of a commercial fisherman and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as &lt;b&gt;Overstory Zero&lt;/b&gt;, by Robert Leo Heilman, did for the logging industry several year&#39;s ago, &lt;b&gt;Salt in Our Blood&lt;/b&gt; opens a window to look in on a unique and endangered Oregon way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eder&#39;s book is aptly titled.  Oceans contain roughly the same percentage of salt as do our blood, sweat, and tears. &lt;b&gt;Salt in Our Blood &lt;/b&gt;is full of all four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-u_CoG6ArJDw4WqHXbFwjPzwL80Vt8iLM2bgu45yhQOOy8JUuq3zmbFQQgPZjOLIrGZ3XwCza4jy0YtNCDM-ed7v08BGWpYPjO1BC8nogmxyZW5_0zc_TzZstmmaWBBsF9jzH6RdQZ0/s1600-h/eder135x206.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 206px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-u_CoG6ArJDw4WqHXbFwjPzwL80Vt8iLM2bgu45yhQOOy8JUuq3zmbFQQgPZjOLIrGZ3XwCza4jy0YtNCDM-ed7v08BGWpYPjO1BC8nogmxyZW5_0zc_TzZstmmaWBBsF9jzH6RdQZ0/s320/eder135x206.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315849227071483026&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eder&#39;s narrative shows us the joy, frustration, hard work, and tragedy in the life of a commercial fisherman. Coming from the outside to join her husband in his chosen environment and career, she casts a clear eye not only on the fishing but on the politics, pettiness, and lack of comprehension that endanger Oregon&#39;s fisheries and fishermen, and on the very real dangers they face with each trip to sea to harvest food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salt in Our Blood&lt;/b&gt; is a gripping read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All of us have, in our veins, the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;p align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;President John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;Newport, Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;September 14, 1962&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqODIOtb5JkP9IF53oAqF6mg3NTQHhO2wEUG_3oJ4EkdSZhBLl-Fp32OJieRjiK3f4HEHUcZfQwSgphDgzy4Bg-D8VvKtucoiglLe8JFYzsZFSz1fD4EKO8VjOE4fHebv9geGmpFWLNps/s1600-h/Eder-Michele15a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqODIOtb5JkP9IF53oAqF6mg3NTQHhO2wEUG_3oJ4EkdSZhBLl-Fp32OJieRjiK3f4HEHUcZfQwSgphDgzy4Bg-D8VvKtucoiglLe8JFYzsZFSz1fD4EKO8VjOE4fHebv9geGmpFWLNps/s320/Eder-Michele15a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317214699069791154&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born in upstate New York, Eder graduated from Johns Hopkins University in 1976, moved to Portland, Oregon, and graduated from the Lewis &amp;amp; Clark law school before moving to Newport. She currently serves on the board of directors of the North Pacific Research Board, and, as a two-term Presidential appointee, is a Commissioner with the U.S. Arctic Research Commission. She also serves on the board of directors of the Newport Library Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://saltinourblood.com/&quot;&gt;saltinourblood.com &lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/03/michele-longo-eder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwtXEBM00AkQ-qFNrUbD5I9ZyX9jzHusqN_Vk-yzofpZ8xCZan481ulymuRv-ACGgK8VCTUujm-fYRfu1DwdcW0UTumxwCDknOFGHNhfBt6RfK_R4tLFO5vSXJ1ffr0oAPwZ0mZSSnA8/s72-c/mle.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-1573294772300484227</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T21:18:02.153-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L</category><title>Jim Lynch</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;405&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/RZoYODN94gU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/RZoYODN94gU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;405&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video by Carla Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction by Marianne Klekacz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jim Lynch&#39;s first novel, &lt;b&gt;The Highest Tide&lt;/b&gt;, was published in 2006 to critical acclaim. It&#39;s loosely described as a &quot;coming-of-age fable.&quot;  I&#39;m not sure that description does the book justice. From the wonderful foreshadowing on page 2 -- &quot;...one freakish summer in which I was ambushed by science, fame, and suggestions of the divine&quot;­- Lynch had me. I read the book in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I&#39;ve been chatting with a number of folks about the things we seem to lose as we &quot;grow up&quot; ­the sense of wonder, the less-jaded eye, the curiosity, those sorts of things. It takes a skilled and thoughtful writer to reconstruct the sense and sensibilities of childhood and adolescence and to reproduce those on the page. Jim Lynch is clearly both skilled and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Harper Lee&#39;s Scout Finch and J. D. Salinger&#39;s Holden Caulfield, &quot;little Miles O&#39;Malley,&quot; self-described wimpy nerd, teeters on the brink of big life changes. He guides us through a momentous summer in his adolescence with the unflinching eye of &quot;an increasingly horny thirteen-year-old&quot; who looks about nine but is blessed with a brain that wraps itself around the events in the story in a sophisticated way.  He took me by the hand, and I gladly shared his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7X04gVPMJ2gwxeYb23upiSHsypDZ7cdLHf3fG8ICVrq24cMrNMSm3qcCNSJE5X1nz8W0giThOJ8QA7HlgxRBgYhyphenhyphen5oq5EaBEFdu3zBR8h7kbC66lPxFcjhkaW7U0S6osU0Ij_YLvx6hw/s1600-h/tide135x204.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 204px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7X04gVPMJ2gwxeYb23upiSHsypDZ7cdLHf3fG8ICVrq24cMrNMSm3qcCNSJE5X1nz8W0giThOJ8QA7HlgxRBgYhyphenhyphen5oq5EaBEFdu3zBR8h7kbC66lPxFcjhkaW7U0S6osU0Ij_YLvx6hw/s320/tide135x204.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The Highest Tide&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303074838764262306&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Lynch&#39;s second novel, &lt;b&gt;Border Songs&lt;/b&gt;, will be released this summer.   I can hardly wait.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMa2ve0rFNsngQhn8Fg5rZimUnUreW8iuAeRFZoJlCBB1ceowQTt9APesikOo4uD4EJqsXkH8LNxsQol2NvMMoSEXtdvtcoGlvTwdTZzZeX279axrTkeyoITRuZiYg9Fb46e1DH_dRkF4/s1600-h/jlynch-210-Highesttide_sma.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 315px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMa2ve0rFNsngQhn8Fg5rZimUnUreW8iuAeRFZoJlCBB1ceowQTt9APesikOo4uD4EJqsXkH8LNxsQol2NvMMoSEXtdvtcoGlvTwdTZzZeX279axrTkeyoITRuZiYg9Fb46e1DH_dRkF4/s320/jlynch-210-Highesttide_sma.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315850142772601186&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynch grew up on a lake near Seattle. After graduating from the University of Washington in 1985, with degrees in creative writing and journalism, he worked as a reporter in a tiny Alaskan fishing town. He then escaped for Washington, D.C., where he wrote columns for syndicated muckraker Jack Anderson and short fiction for literary magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he returned to the Northwest, it was to Spokane, where his stories won national honors including the Livingston Young Journalist Award. Later, he wrote for The Seattle Times and served four years as the Portland Oregonian&#39;s Puget Sound reporter. He now devotes himself full-time to writing fiction. Lynch lives in Olympia, Washington, with his wife and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://thehighesttide.com/&quot;&gt;thehighesttide.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/03/jim-lynch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7X04gVPMJ2gwxeYb23upiSHsypDZ7cdLHf3fG8ICVrq24cMrNMSm3qcCNSJE5X1nz8W0giThOJ8QA7HlgxRBgYhyphenhyphen5oq5EaBEFdu3zBR8h7kbC66lPxFcjhkaW7U0S6osU0Ij_YLvx6hw/s72-c/tide135x204.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-6493730844080545787</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T10:44:14.233-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L</category><title>Matt Love</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdL3U_wude6FNexjvClRw2UR2EmUXaIX85FD9FWvGILFrNAZgHDR7R8k5sHWA8lz1E6uo6JbEReW-yXldiLU3iQ6BOWHRTpqJjVElT9H1hyphenhyphene1ZyUf2Wpcq1HrQK2DhM6DEXkyaFHxyHw/s1600-h/love250x369.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdL3U_wude6FNexjvClRw2UR2EmUXaIX85FD9FWvGILFrNAZgHDR7R8k5sHWA8lz1E6uo6JbEReW-yXldiLU3iQ6BOWHRTpqJjVElT9H1hyphenhyphene1ZyUf2Wpcq1HrQK2DhM6DEXkyaFHxyHw/s320/love250x369.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311616305526158514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Citadel of the Spirit: Oregon’s Sesquicentennial Anthology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Published by &lt;a href=&quot;http://nestuccaspitpress.com/&quot;&gt;Nestucca Spit Press&lt;/a&gt;, edited by &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATT  LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, featuring &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOROTHY BLACKCROW MACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,  &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIKI PRICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARLA PERRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,  &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DENNIS E. JONES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDREW  RODMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;February 14, 2009 marks the 150th birthday of the State of Oregon. &lt;p&gt;In celebration, several local writers included in &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://nestuccaspitpress.com/citadel.html&quot;&gt;Citadel of the Spirit:  Oregon&#39;s Sesquicentennial Anthology&lt;/a&gt;&quot; will be the featured authors of the Nye  Beach Writers&#39; Series event held that night.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Matt Love chose the anthology&#39;s title from a quote by Oregon&#39;s celebrity author Ken Kesey: &quot;Oregon is the citadel of the spirit.&quot; The book contains 63 original essays by writers who have called the State of Oregon home. In addition, 61 excerpts from primary documents related to Oregon history are included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The whole idea was to commemorate Oregon&#39;s 150th birthday,   said Matt Love,  owner of &lt;a href=&quot;http://nestuccaspitpress.com/&quot;&gt;Nestucca Spit Press&lt;/a&gt;, the book&#39;s publisher. Citadel merges past and present Oregon voices and stories. I wanted to produce an unconventional book that integrated the old stories and new perspectives and reflects Oregon&#39;s maverick nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzptQakwVth05EjVPw-h9kCBArDZbbV6780UjXOfkCGjWCd0hjG7iV2pePmBb7YcTbCCjOnzLQyGBE51OxL7eURfYe3METMp3bFTlrGht9ko-5IdatPY3HWvPGIGhg7ndwwyiBK933rEI/s1600-h/citadel175x263.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 263px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzptQakwVth05EjVPw-h9kCBArDZbbV6780UjXOfkCGjWCd0hjG7iV2pePmBb7YcTbCCjOnzLQyGBE51OxL7eURfYe3METMp3bFTlrGht9ko-5IdatPY3HWvPGIGhg7ndwwyiBK933rEI/s320/citadel175x263.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299313609313495714&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;a sampling of Citadel contents: &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;Lake Electric,&quot; written by Newport High School student Miri Goldade musing  on the sometimes-eerie magic of Crater Lake  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;Its Great Vigor: A Letter on the Origin of the Himalayan Blackberry&quot; by  Luthor Burbank  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;Break Every Yoke: A Report on the Women&#39;s Suffrage Movement in Oregon&quot; by  legendary Oregon suffragist Abigail Scott Duniway  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;The KKK in Oregon&quot; by Eckard Toy Jr.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;That&#39;s When I Saw It: A Bigfoot Sighting&quot; by Dr. Matthew Johnson  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;Mainstreaming Cannabis&quot; by Alicia Williamson  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;I Voted to Stay as a Remaining Member: A Klamath Termination Oral History&quot;  by Delphine Jackson  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;An Ale Tale&quot; by Brian Doyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and - believe it or not - &quot;She is a Sexy Thing,&quot; a diary entry by the infamous, impeached U.S. Senator Bob Packwood &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other topics include the Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, physician-assisted suicide, the Grateful Dead, Oregon&#39;s rivers and the animals who live there, the Portland Trail Blazers, and the perennial University of Oregon vs. Oregon State University rivalry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matt Love made a point of having the anthology printed by an Oregon printing press. &quot;I could have shipped my order to Asia and saved a lot of money. Thousands of dollars. But, a book celebrating Oregon&#39;s 150th birthday printed in China? Are you kidding me? I&#39;m a real Oregonian - I know who my neighbors are and I don&#39;t rationalize my capitalism at their expense.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://nestuccaspitpress.com/&quot;&gt;Nestucca Spit Press&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/02/matt-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdL3U_wude6FNexjvClRw2UR2EmUXaIX85FD9FWvGILFrNAZgHDR7R8k5sHWA8lz1E6uo6JbEReW-yXldiLU3iQ6BOWHRTpqJjVElT9H1hyphenhyphene1ZyUf2Wpcq1HrQK2DhM6DEXkyaFHxyHw/s72-c/love250x369.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-1451683994853668343</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T20:27:33.710-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">R</category><title>Carlos Reyes</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3DHwHmTZuTNyj8MoVYOVZRTlFP4y1ALyPBw1Dvn44IDB5ftaErj4jcUgFpc9aCain1AiSQEEqbYHr2eAfBJi2CFn9RB9tWb7MtqpqLpa2trjBqEPubbZIUHabEEkFscm4GGx9MCLApM/s1600-h/carlosreyes.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 216px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3DHwHmTZuTNyj8MoVYOVZRTlFP4y1ALyPBw1Dvn44IDB5ftaErj4jcUgFpc9aCain1AiSQEEqbYHr2eAfBJi2CFn9RB9tWb7MtqpqLpa2trjBqEPubbZIUHabEEkFscm4GGx9MCLApM/s320/carlosreyes.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299367768013643842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carlos Reyes is a long-time noted Portland poet, writer and translator. Most recent book of poetry: &lt;i&gt;A Suitcase Full of Crows&lt;/i&gt; (1995). Forthcoming poetry from Lost Horse Press in Spring 2004: &lt;i&gt;At the Edge of the Western Wave&lt;/i&gt;. Books of translations: &lt;i&gt;Poemas de la Isla/Island Poems&lt;/i&gt; by Josefina de la Torre (Eastern Washington University Press, 2000); &lt;i&gt;Puertas abiertas/Open Doors&lt;/i&gt; by Edwin Madrid (2000), &lt;i&gt;Hojas sueltas/Scattered Leaves&lt;/i&gt; by Josefina de la Torre (2002) and &lt;i&gt;Páginas de Arena/Pages of Sand&lt;/i&gt; by Selena Millares (2003). &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDZ62aKov0EPMiwIjoC3q9n_6hjrxOm7y8s3cd1kYLQwl5w3SsPGQ9Sm_stWQK8IRRXD5UlEm-SpyPO-XdeJ-trhnUQNPC_kK2BiPxVAoX8D7Kpx3cHkwiGBC-F9-pYgwY-rDv7Bb5tE/s1600-h/wave135x204.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 204px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDZ62aKov0EPMiwIjoC3q9n_6hjrxOm7y8s3cd1kYLQwl5w3SsPGQ9Sm_stWQK8IRRXD5UlEm-SpyPO-XdeJ-trhnUQNPC_kK2BiPxVAoX8D7Kpx3cHkwiGBC-F9-pYgwY-rDv7Bb5tE/s320/wave135x204.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299367946566344914&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Of interest is the fact that &lt;i&gt;Open Doors&lt;/i&gt; has been translated into Arabic and this year was published in Baharain.  Reyes has completed translating the &lt;i&gt;Obra poética completa (Complete Poetic Works)&lt;/i&gt; of the preeminent Ecuadorean poet Jorge Carrera Andrade, which will be published this year in a bilingual edition in Ecuador. Current translation project: Mario Benedetti, &lt;i&gt;Rincón de los haiku / Corner of Haikus&lt;/i&gt;. Publisher/Editor Trask House Books, Inc. Former poetry reviewer for &lt;i&gt;Willamette Week&lt;/i&gt;, a weekly newspaper in Portland, Oregon. He travels often to Ireland where he maintains an 18th century Irish cottage and is a frequent visitor to Spain and Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Reyes is an Irish-American poet blessed with a Hispanic name. He is the bard of Cloonanaha (County Clare, Irleand) and a poet in Portland, Oregon. Carolyn Kizer has said: &lt;blockquote&gt;Mr. Reyes is one of our local and national treasures. His poetry is as clear and strong as his social conscience. One is always struck by his sensual and sensory qualities: the touch, taste, feel, color of things, and his ability to capture a mood, a world, in a handful of lines.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;margin-top: 30px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;ALIVE, ALIVE OH!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; --&lt;i&gt;for Tonja Larsen and Judy Fisher&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;At the bar words in Irish&lt;br /&gt;sough between publican and customer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; He looks our way, a fisherman up&lt;br /&gt;since six this morning, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; abandons his half-finished pint.&lt;br /&gt;Foam slides down the glass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; like the tide falling away&lt;br /&gt;from the stone quay a mile from here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; Uncertain of his landlegs, he staggers&lt;br /&gt;away toward hearth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; We finish Guinnesses at our ease,&lt;br /&gt;return to the carpark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; A man sells mussels from a burlap bag&lt;br /&gt;out the boot of his car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; On the road through Letterfrack village&lt;br /&gt;the freshly laid tarmacadam sizzles: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt; smoke and fog burn away&lt;br /&gt;the soft evening sky. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2009/01/carlos-reyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3DHwHmTZuTNyj8MoVYOVZRTlFP4y1ALyPBw1Dvn44IDB5ftaErj4jcUgFpc9aCain1AiSQEEqbYHr2eAfBJi2CFn9RB9tWb7MtqpqLpa2trjBqEPubbZIUHabEEkFscm4GGx9MCLApM/s72-c/carlosreyes.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-2766544109871547980</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T12:44:04.770-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">C</category><title>Travis Champ</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99zpI27ECrLHmhYz2mWkwGBSNgJcvt3Si4XydNjmFWSaT9qPNZVMbdKRELb6Vc1ZCOqb2mRG9mvPiUDvdQaK869K801nTYpDg6RNCBNOlNV7hSX4uX_T00PTgDJqc52j-jTlKQAzEJz8/s1600-h/travisa.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99zpI27ECrLHmhYz2mWkwGBSNgJcvt3Si4XydNjmFWSaT9qPNZVMbdKRELb6Vc1ZCOqb2mRG9mvPiUDvdQaK869K801nTYpDg6RNCBNOlNV7hSX4uX_T00PTgDJqc52j-jTlKQAzEJz8/s320/travisa.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307208778957677922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nehalem born and bred. Travis Champ recently released a thirty-poem  collection, &lt;span class=&quot;authorpub&quot;&gt;Old Nehalem Road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hearty tradition of Gary Snyder, Phillip Whalen and Walt Curtis, Nestucca Spit Press is proud to present Manzanita’s Travis Champ, and the release of his collection of poems, &lt;em&gt;Old  Nehalem Road.&lt;/em&gt;       &lt;p class=&quot;bodyText&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Featuring thirty poems, all set in Oregon, &lt;em&gt;Old Nehalem Road&lt;/em&gt; represents a remarkable  literary debut for a 25-year-old poet.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class=&quot;bodyText&quot;&gt;As Nestucca Spit Publisher Matt Love wrote in his introduction to the book: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I first heard Travis Champ read his poetry in January of 2007, at an annual Friends of William Stafford gathering in Lincoln City. He had hitchhiked 80 miles from Manzanita to read one short poem, and when I heard it in a church that winter night, I was transfixed. It voiced the raw wet alienated stuff of what living at the Oregon Coast can do to some people—a perspective few poets had ever conveyed because they had not grown up here, as Travis had. After the reading, I asked him to send me all of his poems with an Oregon connection. I read them and knew at once I wanted to publish them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39ainJw-KU08HmaJ3JO3d8bZQ9xVuErdZhH6oqO6o2mnRtsvWr-ebyahxNFvpjL5IyBTN8g6ZvOPW8htK0M3Vvp2RhqEZm0JuEALnB7mNa2EnfDucG5gjvnPv4GHZoFoZeuyqoeqqBlg/s1600-h/travispress.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39ainJw-KU08HmaJ3JO3d8bZQ9xVuErdZhH6oqO6o2mnRtsvWr-ebyahxNFvpjL5IyBTN8g6ZvOPW8htK0M3Vvp2RhqEZm0JuEALnB7mNa2EnfDucG5gjvnPv4GHZoFoZeuyqoeqqBlg/s320/travispress.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307208922438392546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps as equally remarkable is the story of &lt;em&gt;Old Nehalem Road&lt;/em&gt;’s production: Champ set all the type for the book, printed its pages on a hundred-year-old press, and bound all three hundred copies of the first edition print run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99zpI27ECrLHmhYz2mWkwGBSNgJcvt3Si4XydNjmFWSaT9qPNZVMbdKRELb6Vc1ZCOqb2mRG9mvPiUDvdQaK869K801nTYpDg6RNCBNOlNV7hSX4uX_T00PTgDJqc52j-jTlKQAzEJz8/s72-c/travisa.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-6556056095776051646</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T09:31:48.390-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">C</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">H</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">M</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">R</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">W</category><title>Walking Bridges</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimasn0Hyg39lG84yN4Cn4ArHubGbFGGtaoujpAFsAnTS5MYYUI4VBPvFZSuA45ljakEdON_YG05texeBnsgdq9eD5VrKM2QB6Hgz62OZSj6ZibsQLHTz0gbs8VI7RpovWhDZsVHTDsXbY/s1600-h/pbb_3rd_ed_sm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 248px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimasn0Hyg39lG84yN4Cn4ArHubGbFGGtaoujpAFsAnTS5MYYUI4VBPvFZSuA45ljakEdON_YG05texeBnsgdq9eD5VrKM2QB6Hgz62OZSj6ZibsQLHTz0gbs8VI7RpovWhDZsVHTDsXbY/s320/pbb_3rd_ed_sm.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319019286831560450&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Walking Bridges&quot; authors featured at November 15 Nye Beach Writers&#39; Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven contributors to the 70-poet compilation &quot;Walking Bridges Using Poetry as a Compass,&quot; were featured on November 15, 2008: Jonah Bornstein, Don Colburn, Cecelia Hagen, Margaret Gish Miller, Rita Ott Ramstad, and Sandra Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8l5BQ3dES-xa6FeeCiOr2OLOsip4dHQVF23lU0ujKEmLE85HccqZS6voUjgTtrPAqaBHjbpy6oQcZJvE8qLqib6aj0sjjVIUYJgA1peU2Z4V6EkUkQQ293Zl5P4EWv5zrYBWuDoTNMw/s1600-h/wortman10a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8l5BQ3dES-xa6FeeCiOr2OLOsip4dHQVF23lU0ujKEmLE85HccqZS6voUjgTtrPAqaBHjbpy6oQcZJvE8qLqib6aj0sjjVIUYJgA1peU2Z4V6EkUkQQ293Zl5P4EWv5zrYBWuDoTNMw/s320/wortman10a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017393634522178&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon Wood Wortman, co-editor of the book, is also the author of &quot;The Portland Bridge Book,&quot; which had its first and second editions published by the Oregon Historical Society Press in 1989 and 2001. &quot;After OHS went out of the business of books, I founded my own press, took out a loan on our house, and published a third edition in 2006,&quot; said Wortman. That edition was awarded the 2007 Silver Medal from Independent Publisher. Wortman is also the driving force behind the ongoing &quot;Portland Parks &amp;amp; Outdoor Recreation Bridge Walks&quot; series held since 1991, which evolved into &quot;Poetry and Bridge Walks&quot; in 2006. Wortman is also involved with the 2009 Portland-Vancouver Bridges &amp;amp; Rivers Calendar, a fundraiser for the 100-year birthday celebration of the Hawthorne Bridge planned for 2010. Additional information about her many projects is posted at &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.bridgestories.com/&quot; eudora=&quot;autourl&quot;&gt; www.bridgestories.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSY770dNq9lEEUQNC-jRiMsjtIqAk9hOQ3JdfltbmGdEJDlbJ5XcRYZwVRZlz8nbP0zgJ4xLc4w9KY0xtSGao457wl3s7fuaj3Iy7uge1Qr4biUS1KrfH3zAgHMvSHwdqcvvT5zVs6OU/s1600-h/Bornstein3a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSY770dNq9lEEUQNC-jRiMsjtIqAk9hOQ3JdfltbmGdEJDlbJ5XcRYZwVRZlz8nbP0zgJ4xLc4w9KY0xtSGao457wl3s7fuaj3Iy7uge1Qr4biUS1KrfH3zAgHMvSHwdqcvvT5zVs6OU/s320/Bornstein3a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017572814298530&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah Bornstein was raised in Southern California and received a Master&#39;s in creative writing from New York University before moving to Oregon in 1989, where he co-founded the Ashland Writers Conference. His published books include &quot;A Path through Stone&quot; and &quot;Voices from the Siskiyous.&quot; His poem, &quot;Night Blooming Men,&quot; was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2000 and two of his poems are included in the nationally acclaimed anthology September 11, 2001, American Writers Respond. His many accolades include the Oregon State Poetry Association Prize and the inaugural Southern Oregon Prize for service to the writing community of the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5fpqLGlFz-afGfvdlhY4o8VPufY0Wrq4i74m-rysgrFMQaLMAVU2272XuEYxzeOUPd1HvxrM0dCYxVkAJoW8ITfeLWjnD-R0CTYOgs22VJdI5DfXrddZaL-9OOTXIicHOW5k0ePO2LI/s1600-h/colburn-don6a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5fpqLGlFz-afGfvdlhY4o8VPufY0Wrq4i74m-rysgrFMQaLMAVU2272XuEYxzeOUPd1HvxrM0dCYxVkAJoW8ITfeLWjnD-R0CTYOgs22VJdI5DfXrddZaL-9OOTXIicHOW5k0ePO2LI/s320/colburn-don6a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017878816862210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don Colburn lives in Portland where he is a reporter for The Oregonian. A finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, he worked for many years at The Washington Post. Colburn became interested in poetry and started writing poems while on a mid-career Knight Fellowship at Stanford University. In 2006, he had two collections of poetry published: His chapbook, &quot;Another Way to Begin,&quot; won the Finishing Line Press Prize; and his full-length book, &quot;As If Gravity Were a Theory,&quot; won the Cider Press Review Book Award. He has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTs_7ZZulzoSMI4bxAYzgHMc_INM5oQKHpsctSfZbcfvz2NLkKoLcOiKEe2olCzlhxUwqobrz7PDe5Xone-dnda0VvAUWcaiKnzGjmeC59N5uO3Up83pq_X_aGLniZAxxN4Xw5S3syik/s1600-h/hagen-cecelia4a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTs_7ZZulzoSMI4bxAYzgHMc_INM5oQKHpsctSfZbcfvz2NLkKoLcOiKEe2olCzlhxUwqobrz7PDe5Xone-dnda0VvAUWcaiKnzGjmeC59N5uO3Up83pq_X_aGLniZAxxN4Xw5S3syik/s320/hagen-cecelia4a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319018321361112642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cecelia Hagen grew up Norfolk, Virginia, and studied writing and dance at Connecticut College, later receiving a Master&#39;s of fine arts in poetry from the University of Oregon. Her work has been published in many national magazines, and in 2007, Passager magazine in Baltimore chose her as its poet of the year. Presently, Hagen teaches memoir writing and coordinates the monthly Windfall Reading Series for the Lane Literary Guild in Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvJFgz2kHMLB4aAnHkvI5_6KV7nnMq6RKb-j4FL6wHnYoyuQSZpBCQAntxoEUMfZynWpVv3evRDd5EUornnt7Dhw4wwlMn5MXT_UD3zQm2zUxYDcSmrsRUMnpv8GT_ZN-YXCr9ax7bDU/s1600-h/miller-Margaret5a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvJFgz2kHMLB4aAnHkvI5_6KV7nnMq6RKb-j4FL6wHnYoyuQSZpBCQAntxoEUMfZynWpVv3evRDd5EUornnt7Dhw4wwlMn5MXT_UD3zQm2zUxYDcSmrsRUMnpv8GT_ZN-YXCr9ax7bDU/s320/miller-Margaret5a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319018540678830434&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Margaret Gish Miller was born in Palo Alto, California and now lives in the Willamette Valley where she is a retired English teacher. Her work has appeared in numerous publications and she has received awards from New Millennium Writings and The Writers Digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByAnpB4T35VztvpUTZyu7cePIzaSV8XqDQGy8G9QHuSJd2JdTjYbVBqpdtlhpQfVbjd-BeiPHU5O2oAFI5zM3CnZaRJk6pgUNqve4rfjM8hr_3w5OSAWFRAz0jDg2w52rM0Fj6uOXipY/s1600-h/ramstad-rita3a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByAnpB4T35VztvpUTZyu7cePIzaSV8XqDQGy8G9QHuSJd2JdTjYbVBqpdtlhpQfVbjd-BeiPHU5O2oAFI5zM3CnZaRJk6pgUNqve4rfjM8hr_3w5OSAWFRAz0jDg2w52rM0Fj6uOXipY/s320/ramstad-rita3a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319018841507660898&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rita Ott Ramstad&#39;s first book, &quot;The Play of Dark and Light,&quot; won the 2003 Stafford-Hall Award for Poetry at the Oregon Book Awards; and her poem &quot;Night Beach&quot; traveled on Portland&#39;s TriMet buses and MAX trains as part of Poetry in Motion, a campaign that showcases the work of local and national poets on transit vehicles. She teaches English at the Center for Advanced Learning, a charter high school in Gresham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3Pjp0I9de5shsij35I55pFjWIJXY_dgTJZHUSCssyrMoBev4YMvZ9E5rZFb5s3hst5TW9o2HyahB6wWx_jCOs3MXDLoh-Q-fE6cnNbmYRiC1PKWBZ6R9C4H_vFXnn9YkgusnhPLcegA/s1600-h/stone-sandra4a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3Pjp0I9de5shsij35I55pFjWIJXY_dgTJZHUSCssyrMoBev4YMvZ9E5rZFb5s3hst5TW9o2HyahB6wWx_jCOs3MXDLoh-Q-fE6cnNbmYRiC1PKWBZ6R9C4H_vFXnn9YkgusnhPLcegA/s320/stone-sandra4a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319019013321905906&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandra Stone is the 2007 winner of the Dana Award in poetry, which is presented to an under-recognized American poet for mastery of craft, inventive use of language, and substance. Her first collection of poems, &quot;Cocktails with Breughel at the Museum Cafe,&quot; was selected in the Cleveland State University annual manuscript competition. The following year, &quot;Cafe&quot; received an Oregon Book Award. Stone&#39;s work has appeared in numerous national publications and in several anthologies.</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-bridges.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimasn0Hyg39lG84yN4Cn4ArHubGbFGGtaoujpAFsAnTS5MYYUI4VBPvFZSuA45ljakEdON_YG05texeBnsgdq9eD5VrKM2QB6Hgz62OZSj6ZibsQLHTz0gbs8VI7RpovWhDZsVHTDsXbY/s72-c/pbb_3rd_ed_sm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-361148523942920847</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T09:16:20.062-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">H</category><title>Donna &amp; Bonnie Henderson</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzckK-WT-yjS_EtYspEGPJTmcNx0psGFQVJr2KH6HOPAjZpoNBjv7quWJ5gHivMz-DC5xN1pBknhznU4sHpEIEIY47ixjy7MyDFvJEPrSkl8CL382JIh7VVer_1slKdUqBQYcAj41ANY/s1600-h/Henderson-Bonnie&amp;Donna8a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzckK-WT-yjS_EtYspEGPJTmcNx0psGFQVJr2KH6HOPAjZpoNBjv7quWJ5gHivMz-DC5xN1pBknhznU4sHpEIEIY47ixjy7MyDFvJEPrSkl8CL382JIh7VVer_1slKdUqBQYcAj41ANY/s320/Henderson-Bonnie&amp;Donna8a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015313862983922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Intro by Marianne Klekacz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1995, Bonnie Henderson joined CoastWatch and adopted a mile-long stretch of beach known as Mile 157 between the Siuslaw and Umpqua river outlets to the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her regular patrols of &quot;her&quot; beach, she became intrigued by the variety of detritus washed up onto the shore. Her discoveries included glass fishing floats, brand new athletic shoes, dead birds, a dead whale, a half-buried shipwreck, and a &quot;mermaid&#39;s purse&quot; (If you&#39;re wondering what that is, you&#39;ll have to read her book, &quot;Strand&quot; to find out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to try to track the debris back to its source. Her curiosity led her to Washington and ultimately to Japan and China. Along the way she learned that the Japanese call our treasured glass floats &quot;gomi&quot; (junk) and are amused that we collect them. She learned about the movements of sand along the shore, the intricacies of trans-Pacific container shipping, and the devastation that can result when oil is spilled into the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then set what she had learned down into a book, &quot;Strand.&quot; It&#39;s a fascinating read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please welcome Bonnie Henderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airlie poet Donna Henderson is a busy woman. She is a mixed media artist, a licensed clinical social worker, has a private practice in psychotherapy, teaches at Western Oregon University, has published two chapbooks (one of which was a finalist for the Oregon Book Award in 1997), and will be publishing a full-length collection of poems, &quot;The Eddy Fence,&quot; in 2009. She is widely published in journals and anthologies and teaches poetry workshops at The Attic in Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that Donna uses the imagery of lyric poetry to explore questions raised by other areas of her life. Her poetry tackles posers like the nature of death and identity. Her poetry is fluid and musical, and she often performs it to musical accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please welcome Donna Henderson.</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2008/10/donna-bonnie-henderson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzckK-WT-yjS_EtYspEGPJTmcNx0psGFQVJr2KH6HOPAjZpoNBjv7quWJ5gHivMz-DC5xN1pBknhznU4sHpEIEIY47ixjy7MyDFvJEPrSkl8CL382JIh7VVer_1slKdUqBQYcAj41ANY/s72-c/Henderson-Bonnie&amp;Donna8a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756026799807273592.post-6305932664030569054</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T08:40:46.344-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>Tim Sproul</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Om08aO46d5GxO8XS5XfgLICrVEmt51XH0rT0NdK0CyedA9GvX4wz0Agexkq5cBRRfYh0OP0h0ci8Do0cB2tpMHPYnOCXO-ly18W1j7-M-766tOi_0VIxzqeNzxU917iOVcMRFtGubeM/s1600-h/sproul-tim150x193.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 193px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Om08aO46d5GxO8XS5XfgLICrVEmt51XH0rT0NdK0CyedA9GvX4wz0Agexkq5cBRRfYh0OP0h0ci8Do0cB2tpMHPYnOCXO-ly18W1j7-M-766tOi_0VIxzqeNzxU917iOVcMRFtGubeM/s320/sproul-tim150x193.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299305575743050930&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;TIM SPROUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; was born and raised in Newport and graduated from Newport High. He received a Bachelor&#39;s degree in journalism and a Master&#39;s in creative writing, both from the University of Oregon. Sproul now resides in Milwaukie, Oregon, where his day job is creative director at Avenue A/Razorfish International Advertising Agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Sproul&#39;s formative years took place near Newport&#39;s Nye Beach. His father, a career Naval officer, supported the family by spending as much -- if not more -- time deployed at sea as he did at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His poem, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;66 Days at Sea&lt;/span&gt;, captures a perspective that mirrors the childhood experiences of many commercial fishermen&#39;s sons and daughters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With one small suitcase and a half-salute to the wind, my father steps onto the ship&#39;s gangplank and out of our lives ... We fall back to who we think we are -- tough beach kids who never go to the beach... I learn the language of loss in our eyes... we suffer this house and its various empties... time doesn&#39;t pass, it enters us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://nyebeachwritersseries.blogspot.com/2008/09/tim-sproul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Writers On The Edge, Inc. &amp;amp; Nye Beach Writers&amp;#39; Series)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Om08aO46d5GxO8XS5XfgLICrVEmt51XH0rT0NdK0CyedA9GvX4wz0Agexkq5cBRRfYh0OP0h0ci8Do0cB2tpMHPYnOCXO-ly18W1j7-M-766tOi_0VIxzqeNzxU917iOVcMRFtGubeM/s72-c/sproul-tim150x193.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>