After a free preview Friday during ArtWalk, “The Tug of War” will be fully staged at 7:30 p.m. Saturday at the Billings Open Studio, 2814 Second Ave. N.
In celebration of National Poetry Month, the Montana State University Billings Library and the Department of English, Philosophy and Modern Languages will host a faculty poetry readings April 8.
Poet and writer Danell Jones, of Billings, has been named a finalist for the New Women’s Voices Prize in Poetry. Finishing Lines Press will publish her winning poems in a handmade, limited edition chapbook titled "Desert Elegy" to be released in 2014.
Anyone who has followed this column since its introduction in 2005 knows how much I like poems that describe places. Here’s one by Joseph Hutchison, who lives in Colorado. This is the kind of scene that Edward Hopper might have painted. I especially love the way Hutchison captures the buzz o…
Perhaps there’s a kind of afterlife that is made up of our memories of a departed person, especially as these cling to that person’s belongings. Bruce Snider, who lives and teaches in California, suggests that here.
Those of us who have been fortunate enough to have been new parents will recognize the way in which everything seems to relate to a baby, who has by her arrival suddenly made the world surround her. D. Nurkse lives in Brooklyn.
Here’s an observant and thoughtful poem by Lisel Mueller about the way we’ve assigned human characteristics to the inanimate things about us. Mueller lives in Illinois and is one of our most distinguished poets.
One of the most distinctive sounds in small-town America is the chiming of horseshoe pitching. A friend always carries a pair in the trunk of his car. He’ll stop at a park in some little town and start pitching, and soon, he says, others will hear that ringing and suddenly appear as if out o…
Here’s a poem by Robin Chapman, from Wisconsin, that needs no introduction, because we’ve all known an elderly person who’s much like this one.
Laura Dimmit is from Joplin, Mo., and her family survived the fierce tornado of May 2011. The entire area was strewn with debris, and here’s a poem about just one little piece that fell from the sky.
If we haven’t done it ourselves, we’ve known people who have, it seems: taken a vacation mostly to photograph a vacation, not really looking at what’s there, but seeing everything through the viewfinder with the idea of looking at it when they get home. Wendell Berry of Kentucky, one of our …
It’s a difficult task to accurately imagine one’s self back into childhood. Maybe we can get the physical details right, but it’s very hard to recapture the innocence and wonder. Maureen Ash, who lives in Wisconsin, gets it right in this poem.
I love writing poems about the most ordinary of things and was envious, indeed, when I found this one by Michael McFee, who lives in North Carolina. How I wish I’d written it.
Robert Morgan, who lives in Ithaca, New York, has long been one of my favorite American poets. He’s also a fine novelist and, recently, the biographer of Daniel Boone. His poems are often about customs and folklore, and this one is a good example.
There’s an old country-western song with the refrain “That’s what happens when two worlds collide,” and in this poem by Bruce Guernsey, who divides his year between Illinois and Maine, we see a near collision between two worlds.
A group of Billings Senior High students gathered in a classroom early Wednesday around a long table with various cut out and collected words and phrases.
When spring finally arrives, it can be fun to see what winter left behind, and Jeffrey Harrison of Massachusetts is doing just that in this amusing poem.
HELENA — Every day, Tyler Knott Gregson takes a few minutes at his antique typewriter to “spill” out a new poem on a scrap of paper.