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August 24, 2020

Poetry Is Everywhere: Grandmother

The honor of being named South Dakota’s first living Poet of Merit, by the South Dakota State Poetry Society, astonishes me, because this state is full of poets, as well as of people who have not yet begun to write. Part of this job, I believe, is to encourage people to write their ideas, thoughts, observations, no matter what form they choose.


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I regard everything as possible material for writing: when I’m washing dishes, I may be thinking of the way silver shines through the suds, or how much ...

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Published on August 24, 2020 09:00

August 22, 2020

Support Your Local Raptors





I don’t know when I saw my first raptor– surely a long time before I knew the word “raptor.” But I’m certain the occasion was at my Grandmother’s house in Red Canyon, and doubtless the raptor was a hawk– probably a red-tailed hawk– that sailed over her chickens, serenely eyeing them. I’m sure my grandmother wanted to swear, but did not, in front of the child of six at her side.









And I’m not sure how long it was before I came to respect and love the raptors of the prairie. At first my s...

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Published on August 22, 2020 16:58

August 11, 2020

August 1: Lammas — Celebrate Your Harvest

Lammas basil harvest 2014--8-25


To celebrate Lammas, and the depths of summer, I’m deeply involved in gardening. Every day I say I’m going to work on poems, but it’s so very easy to be distracted by gardening chores that are pleasurable because they occur outside. I’ve been weeding more than usual. And when I have a pause in my work, I often peer at the tomato plants to see if I can spot any hornworms.


So this seemed an especially good time to think about all the things that keep even dedicated writers from writing. Here’s a ...

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Published on August 11, 2020 09:00

July 6, 2020

Library Secrets

Old library book stacks


The July/August issue of Poets & Writers, one of the best resources for writers I know, features an intriguing article, “Secrets Hidden in the Stacks” that is going to send me prowling through my local library.


The story concerns a University of Virginia professor who sent his class to the library to look at 19th century copies of work by a sentimental poet of the time, Felicia Hemans. What the students found was not just the books, but a wealth of information added to them by readers. Diary en...

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Published on July 06, 2020 07:00

June 8, 2020

Announcing . . .

I’m pleased to announce a new book, coming soon!


Write Now, Here’s How is a distillation of years of experience as a writer, writing teacher, and writing retreat guide. In 40 chapters, I’ll tell you a great deal about the process of writing.


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In Write Now, Here’s How, a dedicated and experienced writer leads you through forty entertaining essays that define six decades of writing challenges. You’ll feel as if you are conversing with author Linda M. Hasselstrom about how her challenging life on a...

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Published on June 08, 2020 08:00

June 3, 2020

Book Remarks: Healing the Divide

Book Healing the Divide anthology of poemsMy comp copy of Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness & Connection arrived yesterday, and I’ve gotten behind on the news (thank goodness!) because I keep picking it up to read another fine poem.


As Ted Kooser says in his Preface, “Unabashed enthusiasm is the glue that holds good anthologies together,” and this book overflows with enthusiasm, kindness, tenderness and beauty.


Here are the words of well-known poets like W. S. Merwin, William Stafford,  Naomi Shihab Nye and Jane Kenyon, but the book...

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Published on June 03, 2020 16:12

April 16, 2020

Spring in the Time of Coronavirus

[image error]Cattle graze, moving slowly over grass
thats bronze and gold, with green just beginning
to show below like the skin of the earth.
. . .
Higher, the sky is heartbreakingly blue
forever.  . . .

During the first weeks of the nations slow awakening to the fact that Coronavirus is going to dominate our lives for an unpredictable length of time, I was not writing. Like most people, I was too stunned at the abrupt changes being demanded by this pernicious disease. I spent too much time on the Internet,...

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Published on April 16, 2020 09:00

March 13, 2020

Can’t Find Any Toilet Paper?

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Ive been amused by the reports that people are buying up all the toilet paper because of coronavirus fears. What?? Surely toilet paper cannot be at the top of the list of what anyone really NEEDS in a health crisis. The trend seems to indicate weve gotten sadly out of touch with reality.

What can you use for toilet paper if you and the store are out of toilet paper?

Cut newspaper to handy sizes.

What other relatively soft paper is available? Grocery store receipts? Other waste paper?...

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Published on March 13, 2020 20:04

January 28, 2020

Roadside Wildflowers at Full Speed

[image error]I’ve spent my writing life extolling the virtues of the gorgeous grasslands of the Great Plains, which furnish a considerable amount of the air we breathe. They also furnish grazing for grassfed beef, and thus are important to all of us for a variety of reasons, most of which I’ve explained at length in nonfiction and poetry in 17 published books.

Now there’s a guide to the wildflowers of the region that is organized for the way most visitors to this neighborhood see the grasslands: at 70...

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Published on January 28, 2020 06:00

January 14, 2020

Driving in Darkness

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“They could be driving through the sky.” Elly Griffiths is writing in her mystery The Outcast Dead about a drive on the Norfolk coast, but the line struck me as descriptive of what driving home from town used to be like for me, the little girl in the back seat.

For a minute I stopped to think about the meaning of the line, and it came to me: that’s what the drive USED to be like. I remember the comfort of dozing in the back seat of the old 1954 Chevy, no doubt wrapped in a blanket, as my...

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Published on January 14, 2020 07:00