Indigo Bridge has the unique treat of having three poets present their work tomorrow night at 7:30! Our three guests are Bekah Banks Ewing, Luke Hollis and Alice Bolin. The three friends met about a year ago in a poetry course at UNL, and since that time, have shared the same ambition and passion for poetry. They get together often to share their new writing ideas, but this is their first time doing a public reading. Alice told me she feels hearing a poem read by the writer themselves is a very powerful experience for the viewer and often communicates the meaning of the writing even more effectively than if it is just read on the printed page. This is the trio's "last harrah" before parting ways (each is pursuing degrees in English) so please join us for this special occasion!
-Leah
Echo
a poem by Alice Bolin
Saturdays I will walk without thinking
to Grandpa's sod hut and sinking
roots of marrow country. Starving rills fall
on hollow pools, churning a chant of wading birds.
How many nights will I count his soil's splits,
naming all my achings.
Want hangs on my lips as blossoms
of salt rocks in sun. Back flat
in scabs of switchgrass, my limbs will flash with fictions.
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In scabs of switchgrass, my limbs will flash with fictions
of salt rocks in sun. Back flat,
want hangs on my lips as blossoms,
naming all my achings.
How many nights will I count his soil's splits
on hollow pools, churning a chant of wading birds,
roots of marrow country. Starving rills fall
to Grandpa's sod hut and sinking
Saturdays--I will walk without thinking.
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