Faith, Fiction, Friends

I’m reading a poetry collection, and an image forms in my mind, a memory I hadn’t recalled in years. I’m 11, and my mother arranged for me t...

I live in a suburb of St. Louis. If asked what they know, most people might think of the Gateway Arch on the riverfront, or the St. Louis Ca...

It was an intriguing invitation. Read all the works of William Shakespeare in a year?     Poet  Dave Malone  posed the challenge. Writer  Ca...

If a single word could be used to describe the 2400-acre  Shaw Nature Reserve  40 miles southwest of downtown St. Louis in Franklin Cou...

That kid in seventh grade who went overnight from scrawny and skinny to muscled jock claiming he had to shave twice a day. The girl in ...

It’s been a while since we last hosted a poetry party on Twitter, but it finally happened. Nine Twitter poets participated, responding ...

My first experience with the Ozark Mountains was virtual – a novel called The Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks by the late Donald H...

I’ve read several good works of poetry recently. Three were in e-book form and two in paperback. Making Adjustments for Life Expe...

The Missouri Ozarks is a distinct region within the state of Missouri, yet geographically indistinguishable from the Arkansas Ozarks. I...

Dave Malone, a self-described “Ozarker,” is the author of several books of poetry: Poems to Love and the Body , Seasons in Love , View from...

I thought love poetry was pretty much a thing of the past – you see occasional love poems today but love poetry as a genre seems to have be...