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David Martinson – Meadowhawk Prize

David Martinson – Meadowhawk Prize

Deadline: July 31, 2014

Red Dragonfly Press is currently accepting submissions for the David Martinson – Meadowhawk Prize. This is an annual prize from Red Dragonfly Press for an unpublished collection of poems by an author who has not previously been published by the press. The chosen poet will receive a $300 cash award, book publication, and ten copies. There are no geographical restrictions. Entrance/reading fee of $35.

Last year’s prize was awarded to Chad Hanson of Casper, Wyoming for his book of prose poems Patches of Light (2014).

For complete details or to submit a manuscript visit the Red Dragonfly Press Submittable website: https://reddragonflypress.submittable.com/submit/19971

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Circle of Stones

Circle of Stones: A Place and Its Story

Poems by Joe Paddock

This large collection of narrative poems, 300 pages, has been many years in the making and draws on the oral history work undertaken by poet Joe Paddock in his home town of Litchfield, Minnesota. “By sticking fast where [he was], like an axis of earth,” to use a venerable line of Emerson’s, Joe Paddock has created a midwestern masterwork.

Red Dragonfly Press2012
$24 ISBN: 978-1-937693-08-4 300 pages

Praise for Circle of Stones:

Joe, I’d glanced through “Circle of Stones” before, and read a few poems, but yesterday afternoon I sat down and read it all the way through. I hadn’t planned it that way; I thought I’d just read a few poems, because the continuous screaming of the wind through the dry woods outside was getting on my nerves, and I wanted something to settle me.  But once I was into the book, I was hooked, I could not put it down.

 I laughed inordinately.  A couple of times I wept.  Occasionally I was even jealous.

This is just a magnificent book, Joe. I admire the ambition of it, the willingness to speak of grand things. So many poets have taken the idea of “write about what you know” far too literally.

And just when you think the poet is getting a little too grand, maybe even pompous, the reader is back with the pigs and dogs and small-town humor of  Meeker County.

The earlier poems which you’ve embedded shine even more grandly (and sometimes take on more resonance) in a new frame.

I’m struck by how free you were as a child (as I was, as John was, as our children were) to wander and explore.  Hardly any children have that freedom today.  The terror of stranger abduction has made jailors out of parents.

And reading about the plane ride with “Whiskey Jack” reminded me of all those afternoons when I was eleven or so, and my father was working on getting his commercial pilot’s license.  He would be going out to practice aerobatics in the Piper J-3 we then co-owned.  (Named “Betsy”, as I recall.)  Daddy would say, “Edie, do you want to be my sandbag?”  Meaning that, flying from the front seat of a tandem two-seater, he would want either weight or a passenger in the back seat.

– Edith Rylander, poet and author

This is a fan letter. I have read Circle of Stones and was thoroughly caught up in it. It’s moving, amusing, evocative, inspiring— Well, the adjectives flow on. Brought tears, laughter and memories along with new insights and ways of looking at people, places and things. Reading it does a person good.

– Carole Wendt, retired writer for NBC

I read right through Circle of Stones, a few poems every night. Wonderful stories. You’ve done mythic service for your hometown–and the rest of us.

– Bart Sutter, poet and author

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Publication Announcement

New Publication: Broken Gates by Ken McCullough

Broken Gates
$15.00   ISBN 978-1-937693-17-6

In Ken McCullough’s seventh book of poetry, his first with Red Dragonfly Press, there’s a rich lyricism through which he expresses his acceptance of our multifarious and challenging world and his place in it—with wisdom, humility and humor. As Jean Feraca says, “Ken McCullough is an old soul. His poetry is shamanic; it weaves along a liminal edge and then suddenly, pulls you underground….It works like an umbilicus. At the point when you most desire to disappear, it brings you back to earth.”

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