Kansas

In 2004, Kansas established a state poet laureate position, which is currently held by Kevin Rabas, who was appointed to a two-year term in 2017. Rabas is the author of Lisa's Flying Electric Piano (Woodley Press, 2009).

upcoming events

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Apr 27 2019
South Branch Library poetry reading and open mic

Poets Eve Ott and Maril Crabtree will read their work at South Branch Library in Kansas City, Kansas, on Saturday, April 27 at 2 p.m. The reading will be followed by an open mic. Both authors will bring books for sale. The library is located at 3104 Strong, Kansas City, Kansas.

Maril Crabtree grew up in Memphis and New Orleans but calls the Midwest home. Her most recent book is Fireflies in the Gathering Dark, recipient of the Kansas Notable Books award and a Thorpe Menn Literary Excellence Award finalist. Maril served as poetry editor for Kansas City Voices and is currently a contributing editor to Heartland: Poems of Love, Resistance and Solidarity. Her work has appeared in Literary Mama, I-70 Review, Spank the Carp, Main Street Rag, and others.

Eve Ott loves Kansas City's vibrant and varied writing community. Her poetry and fiction appear regularly in literary journals and anthologies. Her full length collection Album from the Silent Generation was released a few years ago by Aldrich Press and her chapbook On the Jefferson Line was published last year by Prolific Press.

2:00pm
3104 Strong Ave
66106 Kansas City, Kansas

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poems

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At this height, Kansas 
is just a concept, 
a checkerboard design of wheat and corn

no larger than the foldout section 
of my neighbor's travel magazine. 
At this stage of the journey

I would estimate the distance 
between myself and my own feelings 
is roughly the same as the mileage

from Seattle to New York
poem
I washed a load of clothes
and hung them out to dry.
Then I went up to town
and busied myself all day.
The sleeve of your best shirt
rose ceremonious
when I drove in; our night-
clothes twined and untwined in
a little gust of wind.

For me it was getting late;
for you, where you were, not.
The harvest moon was
poem
A 29-year-old stewardess fell ... to her 
death tonight when she was swept 
through an emergency door that 
suddenly sprang open ... The body ... 
was found ... three hours after the 
accident. 
                   —New York Times

The states when they black out and lie there rolling