A Rumor of Coyotes – web home of author Cheryl Unruh
The repaving of Merchant Street is in its second week making navigation in downtown Emporia a challenge.read more
There's a day every fall in which the temperature swings away, and you know it's not coming back.read more
There's a great sense of accomplishment from using a vacuum that has no bag - I get see the accumulation of cat hair and dust in the canister.read more
Today opened the door for winter: rain, clouds pressing down, low 50s.read more
Morning Walk in the Neighborhood From a half-block away I noticed a young woman sitting on a cement stoop in front of a house converted into apartments. Beside her, two suitcases, and a large black trash bag likely full of belongings. She was moving. Or...read more
Midnight in the Pasture An albino moon grazes the pasture tonight, foraging its way through little bluestem, through Indian grass, casting clear light upon a small herd of bison sleeping on the range, each beast tucked inside its heavy and matted hide. ...read more
I am honored to have a review of Walking on Water from the fabulous and well-published Tyler Sheldon. His review was published in The Tin Lunchbox Review, a literary journal founded by Shawna Caro. Emporia, Kansas writer Cheryl Unruh is known throughout the Midwest...read more
(note the electrical outlet to my right) THE WHIMS OF ELECTRICITY With its cream-colored face, the electrical outlet frowned. Secured in the wall next to the family dinner table, six inches from my 3-year-old ear, I kept an eye on that outlet at every meal. Someone,...read more
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 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