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Author:

LouAnn Shepard Muhm

 
Pen name:
LouAnn Shepard Muhm
Location:
Park Rapids, MN
Name:
LouAnn Muhm
My site:
http://mnartists.org/artistHome.do?action=info&rid=71219
Bio:
LouAnn Shepard Muhm is a poet and teacher from Park Rapids, Minnesota. LouAnn Shepard Muhm is a poet and teacher from northern Minnesota. Her poems have appeared in Lake Country Journal, The Talking Stick, Dust & Fire, Red River Review, Alba, Eclectica, and CALYX and in the anthologies Letters to the World (Red Hen Press), and Uncontained, Writers and Photographers in the Garden and the Margins (Baksun Books). Muhm is the is the recipient of a 2006 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative Grant in Poetry and a 2007 Individual Artist Grant from Region 2 Arts Council. She is a staff reviewer for HerCircle E-Zine, and is Poetry Editor at WomenWriters.net. Her chapbook, Dear Immovable, was published in 2006 by Pudding House Press, and her first full-length collection, Breaking the Glass, was published in May, 2008 by Loonfeather Press. Visit her on the web at LouAnnMuhm.com
 
 
 
My Reponses
 
Date Title Content
Things You Can't Use in Poems I. The Collective Nouns for Birds What...
Woman, Tomato, Man We eat them at every meal already...
Woot! Woot! Dear Northography, Without you, I have...
Anadromous We cleave to the rocks backs exposed...
A Good Poem There was a very good poem here! Good luck...
Joinery (or Love Among the Hammers) Will we link fingers into a box...
Why We Love The Photo of Einstein Sticking Out His Tongue We expect all of our revelations to come to...
Remembrance of Things Past For the Photo CLOCK Looking into...
Walking Meditation In response to:
Our Lady of the Snows If I were buried I’d want to be here, on...
Not Yet after Magritte Look at the...
Shoveling Out You’ve stayed away from the...
Eating Salmon Perfectly done, the flesh falls into...
Poem submitted Another great Northography poem has been...
Subscript to You Seek not in me the big I capital Nor yet...
The Giant Man With the Giant Hands His eyes go cloudy You know that...
Breadcrumbs Everywhere I go I leave a trail: notes...
Grist I have kept her late again, this...
Body Language The words didn't matter as much as the...
Pavlovian The bowl remains empty but your voice still...
Two Poets They write their love on a billboard,...
Turbine The invisible moves through outstretched...
Transom We listen from outside to the scrapes and...
Dropping the Veil In the winter woods the trees settle in to...
 

 

 

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