Roy Beckemeyer is one of those people who makes you feel comfortable in his presence. He's a poet, a retired aerospace engineer, a man who loves the arts. He wields an incredible vocabulary. He's a kind human being, a gentleman. He's been Poet of the Year...read more
Wichita. 1968. Gasoline is no longer allowed to be pumped into glass containers because of a rash of firebombs. A troubled 13-year-old boy is growing up in a racist white home. A black family moves next door. Fellow writer Tracy Million Simmons recommended...read more
RONDA MILLER was born in Fort Collins, Colorado, adopted by her grandparents, and raised on their farm in Northwest Kansas west of St. Francis near the Arikaree Breaks. She lives in Lawrence and has a son, Scott, and a daughter, Apollonia. She is a recent...read more
Hello, writing and reading friends - I thought it would be fun to interview someone totally unfamiliar to me, so I picked Jim Potter who lives near Hutchinson. To get to know Jim a bit, I read his debut novel, Taking Back the Bullet. Jim Potter had a long career at a...read more
Hazel Hart is a novelist. She writes both historical and present-day fiction. Because she understands human nature, she creates characters a reader can believe in. One thing I love about Hazel is her dedication to writing. She’s at her desk every morning...read more
Welcome, Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg to Written in Kansas! It’s quite an honor to have you join us - I’ve been a fan of your work for many years. You’ve written at least a dozen books of poetry, fiction, and memoir. You’ve put together anthologies. You were the Kansas Poet...read more
Meet Randy Attwood.Hey, writers and readers - I'm so excited to start this series of interviews with Kansas writers! Thanks for joining us!My very first interview for Writing in Kansas is Randy Attwood. Now Randy lives across the river in Missouri, but he...read more
Yesterday, I did NOT want to go to jury duty. I did NOT want to serve. The voir dire questioning was long and tedious, from 9 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. But I was chosen. Once in the jury room with the other 11 jurors, everyone pretty much expressed a desire NOT to be there....read more
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
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