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Blair Mountain Press Authors
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Pamela Steed Hill
Pamela lives
in Columbus where she's an editor for
the university publication at The Ohio State University and a freelance writer
for Poetry for Students.
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Victor Depta
Vic has published several books
and a large number of poems and stories in the journals.
He divides his time between teaching and
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Edwina Pendarvis
Having spent her
childhood in southern West Virginia and eastern Kentucky, Edwina Pendarvis
draws on Appalachian experiences in her writing, in her
teaching at Marshall University, and in her
work as associate editor of the Journal of Appalachian
Studies. Her first poetry collection, "Joy
Ride," was published by Bottom Dog Press in Human Landscapes
(1997).
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Chris Green
Chris
Green’s work as a writer, scholar, teacher, and editor is
dedicated to bringing people into conversation about who they are,
where they live, and what they care about. He is co-editor of Radicalism
in the South Since Reconstruction (Palgrave-Macmillan, 2006),
edited Wind Magazine from 1998-2003, and is author of Door to Door
(Pudding House, 2000)). He is working on a book about cultural
pluralism and the poetry of Jesse Stuart, James Still, Muriel Rukeyser,
and Don West. Chris is an assistant professor of English at
Marshall University.
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Azrael on the Mountain:
Poems by Vic Depta
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Environmental Poems Protesting
Mountaintop Removal Coal Mining
"Yeah,
right, I said, and what did coal do for Granny? She lost three
sons to the mines. And Daddy didn't go to Harlan looking for
work. He went because he stabbed a man in Fayetteville and
was running from the law, and now him dead from black lung.
Anyway, look what we lost to Coal—470 miles of streams in
West Virginia and 355 miles in Kentucky, not to mention 40,000
acres and 200 valley fills with Granny right in the middle of it.
Even the Guyandotte River lost 109 miles"
"Between the great divinities
between the weightless flight through chaos of Ahura Mazdah
and massy Ahriman seizing His radiance
His photons of immortal diamonds in the dark, crushing stars
between Hyperion's child in the phaeton of the sun
forever callow yet graced with light
and the Titans with their silver and gold
their emeralds, sapphires and rubies
in the glittering solemnity of Tartarus
is Vulcan 'the bastard god'...."
What
People are Saying
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Pam has this to say about her
volume of poetry,
In Praise of Motels:
| I don't think this
book, In Praise of Motels, is about the romance
(or something less) that goes on in rented rooms by the
roadside every minute of every day across America. I
think it's about a romance with motels. A kind of
love and passion for the impermanence they indicate and,
more so, necessitate. There is comfort in anonymity, in knowing that tomorrow night you'll be a stranger in a
different town from the one you're a stranger in tonight.
True, many people prefer the speed and (sometimes)
convenience of airplanes, but those travelers miss
something. The wind. The blur of billboards. The good
feeling of spotting vacancy in flashing neon just
off the exit you want to take. And, of course, the even
better feeling of sipping that first cup of diner coffee
in the morning, knowing that whatever you encounter
through tinted glass that day--you don't have to claim any of it as your own. |
Pam chose the following three
poems for the web site:
Into
the Stone
In
Her Favorite Room
Learning
to Walk
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