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TWISP | This Week in Saint Paul: Monday, May 4, – Sunday, May 10, 2015

I would like to tell you the Saint Paul Universe is slowing down. It’s not. But I dare not take a breather for fear of missing the lovely celebration of art, life and the city. Speeding to the end of National Poetry Month, I did leave a share of poems, aided by a couple of muses—and my son will be glad to know that he was not one of them. (At least not for any poems that are planned to see the light of day.)

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TWISP | This Week in Saint Paul: Monday, April 27 – Sunday, May 3, 2015

Last week was a poetry powerhouse in Saint Paul, fitting for the waning days of National Poetry Month. We had another all-star Reading by Writers with Carol Connolly that included some of the best pieces “with fire and light” from Nodin Press’s anthology and a packed Lowertown Reading Jam with “Farmworkers and Food Justice”. As I write, I realize that it is still National Poetry Month and I have not written enough poetry.

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TWISP | This Week in Saint Paul: Monday, April 20 – Sunday, April 26, 2015

This Almanac busy wheel keeps on spinning. A few days ago the Midwest Book Award finalists were announced and the 2015 Saint Paul Almanac gained honors in SEVEN categories: Culture, Illustration (Photography), Interior Layout, Midwest Regional Interest, Reference, Total Book Design, and Travel! It is not the first time the Almanac has been honored. We received top honors last year in the Travel category. We were busy last year.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015: Emmanuel Ortiz presents "Farmworkers and Food Justice" at the Lowertown Reading Jam

On the eve of the anniversary of the death of Cesar Chavez, one of the most iconic figures in the fight for farmworker justice in the United States, we honor the lives and work of farmworkers, and celebrate the struggle for workers’ rights and food justice. The poets featured each have an organic relationship to the issues, some of them being descendants of farmworkers, some doing food justice work. All of them use art to tell the stories and change the world.

I would like to tell you the Saint Paul Universe is slowing down. It’s not. But I dare not take a breather for fear of missing the lovely celebration of art, life and the city. Speeding to the end of National Poetry Month, I did leave a share of poems, aided by a couple of muses—and my son will be glad to know that he was not one of them. (At least not for any poems that are planned to see the light of day.)