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		<title>The Squannacook at Dawn</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<h3>by Richard Jordan<br />
1st Place Winner, 2023</h3>
<h5>Released: Feb 1, 2024</h5>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1 style="text-align: left;">The Squannacook at Dawn</h1>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">by Richard Jordan</h3>
<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #007388;">First Place Winner of The Poetry Box Chapbook Prize 2023</span></h4>
<p>The poems in <em>The Squannacook at Dawn</em> range from formal verse to free verse to prose poetry and are linked by the speaker’s experiences with water. While many of the poems revolve around fishing, they also explore the speaker’s relationship with the loss of his father, the peace of the natural world, aging, environmental change, and spirituality.</p>
<h2>Enjoy a Video of Richard Reading from the Book:</h2>
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<h2>Early Praise for<em> The Squannacook at Dawn</em>:</h2>
<blockquote><p>Each of the twenty poems that comprise <em>The Squannacook at Dawn</em> is so well crafted that the art is all readers experience, the craft a scaffolding that has been removed. Each poem begins with a sense of welcome and closes unpredictably, yet inevitably (i.e., no better ending seems possible). This is high praise, but it’s not my only reason for selecting this manuscript as winner of  The Poetry Box Chapbook Prize for 2023. Read together and in the order they appear in the collection, these twenty poems create what feels like a twenty-first poem: the chapbook itself. The poet has not only written twenty fine poems—none an imitation of another in content or form—but when read straight through, the poems provide readers with a tightly woven and beautiful verbal tapestry, each poem contributing indelibly to the chapbook’s larger context or story.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Andrea Hollander, contest judge and author of <em>And Now, Nowhere but Here</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>The art of poetry and the art of fishing come together in these deeply felt, beautifully observed poems. The attentiveness to word and cadence speaks to and for all that the poet notices, be it river currents or dragonflies or ospreys. The earth and the waters are also very much speaking, and Richard Jordan has listened carefully. The scenarios vary as they reflect the amplitude of memorable occasions, but the aim is true in poem after poem—a sense of gratitude to be in the undiminished splendor that is out-of-doors.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Baron Wormser, author of <em>The History Hotel </em>and former Poet Laureate of Maine</p>
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<blockquote><p><em>The Squannacook at Dawn</em> is the perfect antidote to an age of human beings anxiously awaiting the next ping of their cell phones. If you’ve ever wondered where fly fishers get their patience and why they don’t get bored, the answer is clear in this vivid, wise collection. It’s in poet Richard Jordan’s dad, <em>an iridescent scale glued to his thumb/ glinting in the April morning sun</em>. These poems, some of them gently formal, others prose poems, dissolve the work week in the natural world’s healing magic: egrets, otters, and of course, rainbow trout. Even Jesus prefers the river to the church here—not just for baptism but for beauty and peace. Jordan is at his best observing the specific: loosestrife, cognac pipe tobacco, Macoun apples, the “jug-o-rum” croak of a bullfrog, mist. Even if your dad never taught you how to tie a fly, you need to spend some time in the shade near the water with a copy of <em>The Squannacook at Dawn</em>.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Christine Potter, author of <em>Unforgetting </em>and <em>Sheltering in Place.</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>In <em>The Squannacook at Dawn</em>, Richard Jordan uses close observation of nature, strong memories, and exquisite language to evoke the holiness of fishing. He pulls the reader in with precise details such as in the poem, “Night Fishing with Otters,” where he describes five young otters <em>at the edge of sedge and bulrush</em> and the mother otter with <em>a hefty, flapping catfish plucked/ from the mud</em>. Whether he’s delineating moments spent fishing with his father, witnessing old men talking, or remembering a house that once stood by a creek, he leads the reader to feel at home in nature, to appreciate the fleeting beauty of the world.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Judy Kaber, author of <em>Renaming the Seasons </em>and former Poet Laureate of Belfast, Maine</p>
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<h2>About the Author</h2>
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<p>A Ph.D. mathematician by training and data scientist by vocation, <strong>Richard Jordan</strong> has been an avid reader of poetry for almost as long as he can remember and has been writing poetry for twenty years. His poems have appeared in many literary journals, including <em>Tar River Poetry, Rattle </em>(finalist for the<em> 2022 Rattle Poetry Prize), Little Patuxent Review, Sugar House Review, New York Quarterly, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Rappahannock Review and Valparaiso Poetry Review.</em> When not doing math or reading &amp; writing poetry, he is most likely at a river or lake somewhere casting away. He resides in Littleton, Massachusetts, a short drive from the Squannacook River.</p>
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		<title>Sitting in Powell&#8217;s Watching Burnside Dissolve in Rain</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<h3><em>by Doug Stone<br />
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<h5>Release Date: Aug 11, 2020</h5>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1 style="text-align: left;">Sitting in Powell&#8217;s Watching Burnside Dissolve in Rain</h1>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">by Doug Stone</h3>
<p>Here, Doug Stone, a fourth generation Oregonian, shares his love of Oregon—its places, its seasons, and its people. Through his lyrical and narrative poems, we are led to witness the power of place, the bonds of family, and his tributes to favorite artist and poets—all through the lens of the ubiquitous northwest rain.</p>
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<h2>About the Author</h2>
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<p class="p1"><strong>Doug Stone</strong> is a fourth generation Oregonian and lives with his wife amid hop yards and vineyards near the Willamette River in Benton County, Oregon.  In past lives he has worked on a county road crew, been a grocery store clerk, a case worker, and an analyst and a consultant on public policy issues to state governments, AARP, and the Civil Rights Division of the US Department of Justice.</p>
<p class="p1">He has won the Oregon Poetry Association’s Poet Choice Award.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>His poems have been published in numerous journals and in the anthology, <i>A Ritual to Read Together: Poems in Conversation with William Stafford.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span></i>He has written two collections of poetry, <i>The Season of Distress and Clarity, </i>and <i>The Moon’s Soul Shimmering on the Water.</i></p>
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<h2>Early Praise for <em>Sitting in Powell&#8217;s&#8230;</em>:</h2>
<blockquote><p>“Here the rain tells the truth about everything it touches.” Combine elegiac Oregon rain with the spareness of Tang dynasty poets, and you get the honest lyricism of Doug Stone where the joy of swallows can write in the sky that “poetry may not save the world/ but reminds me/ the world is worth saving.” And please don’t miss the magnificent tribute to artist Rick Bartow.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Penelope Scambly Schott, author<br />
<em>A Is for Anne: Mistress Hutchinson Disturbs the Commonwealth</em><br />
(Oregon Book Award) and <em>Lovesong for Dufur</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>Doug Stone’s collection of poems, <em>Sitting in Powell’s Watching Burnside Dissolve in Rain</em>, is an anthem to Oregon where the author has lived a long and intensely observant life. In addition to immersing the reader in a celebration of nature, Stone also mourns the human interventions such as dams which have lobotomized those ancient voices—the sound of Celilo Falls. He grabs the reader by the collar with “The Wilson River Road”—a nasty stretch of asphalt,/ especially at night, shouldering through the mountains/ like a mean drunk staggering toward the coast. Frequently, his landscape or aspects of the weather take on an unexpected agency: the January sun troubles down/ the left margin of the sky like a misspelled word,/ neither warm nor bright, just wrong (“The Power of Place”). Or, from “Summer Heat on the High Desert:” All day the great animal of heat paces back and forth . . . his sides rise and fall with the twitching breeze . . . And sometimes it is an animal, in another place,/ more dog than he’s been in weeks,/ so complete in his rancid aura,/ oblivious to any human . . . (“Dog Days”). Stone does not flinch from melancholy but also makes room for humor—see “To the Barista at Starbucks Who Told Me Carmel Macchiato Isn’t the Heroine in <em>Two Gentlemen of Verona</em>.” Finally, Stone honors the Masters: Ursula K Le Guin, Rick Bartow, Peter Sears, and through ekphrasis, George Rouault and Marc Chagall, Jan Pienkowski and Leonardo Da Vinci, and, perhaps closest to his heart, an epistolary homage to Du Fu and Li Bai.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"> —Rachel Barton, editor, <em>Willawaw Journal</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>There is pain and there is splendor in these poems, and Doug Stone knows that the task of the poet to study and transform their meeting places. In <em>Sitting in Powell’s Watching Burnside Dissolve in Rain</em>, he has succeeded admirably. Here is a poet who writes in spare, direct language to set real life in motion.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—David Biespiel, Poet-in-Residence, Oregon State University,<br />
author, <em>A Long High Whistle</em> (Oregon Book Award) &amp; <em>Republic Café</em></p>
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<h2>Enjoy Doug Reading from His New Book:</h2>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Doug Stone &#8212; A Featured Poet on The Poetry Box LIVE (Nov 2020)</p>
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