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Oct 06
2009

Poem to be Aired on A Poet's Moment, KXCI Tucson 91.3 FM

Posted by: Erin

Erin

Yesterday, I recorded three poems for KXCI's A Poet's Moment, hosted by Ron Cipriani. It was a lot of fun. I really enjoy recording for radio. One of these poems, posted below, will be played several times this week on KXCI Tucson 91.3 FM. Ron is saving the other two for a rainy day.

If you're out of radio range from KXCI, you can still hear the program through their Web site, which streams the station live.

The following are the dates and times my poem "Willow, Alaska" will play on A Poet's Moment:

Wednesday, October 7 at 3:00 p.m. & 8:00 p.m.

Saturday, October 10 at 8:00 a.m.

Sunday, October 11 at 2:00 p.m.

Monday, October 12 at 10:00 a.m.

Save the date that works for you, and either tune in or log on to KXCI! Stay sharp--the interlude will be short. A Tchaikovsky riff signals the beginning of the micro show. I'm posting the text of the poem below; the experiences of reading a poem and hearing it performed always differ greatly.

If you are interested in being on A Poet's Moment, send your original poetry to Ron Cipriani at: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it

 

Willow, Alaska

by

Erin Wilcox

 

Smoke plumes rise

from forest floor,

sky spreads brilliant in shades

of red, purple, gold,

sky celebrates destruction

and I marvel, watching

change illusion stillness

on a shaman's porch at mountainside

 

fire, consuming acres below,

creeps nearer,

any minute the word could come,

but we, my husband and I,

cross the threshold of a home built

by healing hands of the woman who sees dragons

in birch and aspen, play music

for a grey cat

 

place didgeridoos above its dying body,

honoring with vibrations

this life, this hilltop, this town,

which may not be tomorrow,

but are today,

this longest day of the year,

in a place where shadow

edges constant light

 

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Sig. said:

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My Willow, Alaska poem would be very different -- lots of snow and grey desolation paired against the vibrancy of the Iditarod. That said, I like yours. Similar feeling, different time of year. Willow is a bleak/beautiful place.
 
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Erin Wilcox said:

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Write it!
Sig,

I would love to read your Willow, Alaska poem.
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Ray said:

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I heard your poem on my way to class Monday. I really liked it... helped me get in a good mood for the rest of the day. Keep writing!
 
October 16, 2009
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