A Rumor of Coyotes – web home of author Cheryl Unruh
Leon and I had a blast reading together for the first time. I read poems from my new book: Walking on Water. Leon read from his thriller, Dog of the Afterworld. He is working on a sequel. Here's a link to the story in the Emporia Gazette: Siblings Share Writing at...read more
My new poetry book is now available! In Emporia, you can find it at Ellen Plumb's City Books, 1101 Commercial. In Lawrence, it's at Raven Bookstore, 6 E. 7th, and Signs of Life, 722 Massachusetts. In Wichita, find it at Eighth Day Books, 2838 E. Douglas, and Watermark...read more
The book launch for my new poetry book, Walking on Water, will be Tuesday, April 18, 6:30 - 8:30 p..m. at Dave Leiker's Prairiedust Studio & Gallery, 330 Commercial, Emporia, Kansas. I'll do two short readings at 7 and 7:45 and will give away a copy of the book...read more
VISITING NORMA At Mt. Carmel, an assisted living facility, I visited my Aunt Norma today. My heart was heavy and sad - I didn't know when I’d be back - I live two states away. We sat outdoors in the warm May air. As her Chihuahua sniffed around in the grassy...read more
Dave recently moved his photography studio to a new location - a location with room for a gallery. How exciting is that? He's now at 330 Commercial. And the gallery will be open during First Friday in Emporia this week. January 6, 5:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m. This is where...read more
Ship of Fools, oil painting by Barbara Waterman-Peters. She's also painted two companion pieces. “SHIP OF FOOLS” Reflection on an oil painting by Barbara Waterman-Peters In Barbara’s painting, Ship of Fools, a crow sits on the mast, and two others wing...read more
"Wild Horizon," oil painting by Anna Patricia Keller WILD HORIZON Inspired by “Wild Horizon,” oil painting by Anna Patricia Keller There’s a rugged line in the west today, a brown-black row of clouds that hovers, curling into itself like waves with white caps on...read more
THAT SUMMER In the decade before I was born, everyone was a Betty or a Beverly, or a Mary Lou, and their hair was flipped up and the skirts were poodles. But when I was young, it was Sunday and it was Easter, and it was the ‘60s, and I wore a new dress that my my...read more
AT THE EDGE My friend Dan lives at the edge of the earth, two blocks from the ocean. If he looks past the diving gulls and breaking waves, he may see Hawaii way out there, floating peacefully in the Pacific. Dan spends his days writing fiction, telling the...read more
IN THE COMPANY OF MY TRIBE Today, a friend of mine, Michael Graves, spoke at the Kansas Book Festival. At the festival he received a 2016 Kansas Notable Book Award for his book “To Leave a Shadow,” which is a fun read, a detective novel set in 1937 Wichita. His talk...read more
The landscape is one hill folding into another, bodies of hills lying together. There are few trees for shade. We make our own shadows here, unless a cloud runs interference with the sun.
As a hawk glides overhead, we feel the rhythms of land and sky. And somewhere out here, we step into that space between questions and answers, a place where we are satisfied with the unknown.
After darkness comes, the wind settles down, and the Milky Way flings itself across the sky. A rumor of coyotes hangs in the night air.
When the world closes up shop, when the sky turns from blue to black for the very last time, when the last poem is written and read, this is where I want to be – out in my beloved Flint Hills.
– excerpt from “At Home in the Flint Hills,” Waiting on the Sky by Cheryl Unruh ©2013