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About the Poets

About the Poets

Photographs of water and woods in northern Wisconsin and Michigan

by Catherine Lange and Michael L. Ruth

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With 24 poems by 13 regional poets Chi Studio Press • Ashland, Wisconsin

Chi Studio Press

© 2022 Catherine Lange and Michael L. Ruth

ISBN 978-0-9887764-4-9

Ashland, Wisconsin langecate@gmail.com • lange-creative.com mikeruth.media@gmail.com • www.mikeruth.media

Permissions

The authors of this book, Catherine Lange and Michael L. Ruth, wish to express our gratitude to the 13 poets who generously granted permission for their 24 works, indicated below, to be included in Same Location, Multiple Perspectives. The individual poets whose work appears in this book retain the rights to their creative works.

The following poems were written specifically for this project:

“Lost Creek Falls” by Naomi Cochran

“At Houghton Falls” by Yvette Viets Flaten

“Copper Falls, WI” by Crystal Spring Gibbins

“Response to Betwixt—Houghton Falls (haiku),” “Response to Betwixt—Houghton Falls (tanka),” “Response to Houghton Falls #3 (haiku),” and “Response to Houghton Falls #4 (haiku)” by Carol Good

“August Fog at the Oredock” by Catherine Lange

“The Age of Water Falling” by Howard Paap

“Open Vessel” by Diana Randolph

“Two Domes” and “70-foot Cascade” by Lucy Tyrrell

The following poems had been written previously, and publication notes are included below, if applicable:

“A Taste of Eternity” by Jan Bosman

“Retention T ime” and “Labels” appeared in Hugging This Rock (Middle West Press LLC, Johnston, IA, 2017)by Eric Chandler. Reprinted by permission of the author.

“Hidden Stuf f” by Jan Chronister, first published in Mother Superior (1996). Reprinted by permission of the author.

“Little Girl Point” by Jan Chronister

“Bring Me a Dream...” by Naomi Cochran

“Happy the Tree” and “Indescribable” by Mary Louise Peters

“Free Admission Day September—Copper Falls State Park” by Diana Randolph, previously published in Beacons of the Earth & Sky, Paintings & Poetry Inspired by the Natural World by Diana Randolph. Reprinted by permission of the author.

“Knowing the Way” by Diana Randolph, previously published in The Water Column by Diane Daulton—in her newsletter and in The Bottom Line News & Views, in the Cable UCC newsletter, included in a project with the National Estuarine Research Reserve, and for a dance collaboration project at UMD. Reprinted by permission of the author.

“River” by Peggy T rojan, first published in River (2020). Reprinted by permission of the author.

“July, Beach in Ashland” by Lucy Tyrrell

This book is dedicated to the waters of Northern Wisconsin and Michigan, whose power brings healing, peace, and beauty to those who come upon its splendor. May you ever flow free, pure, and wild.

“Response to Houghton Falls #4 (haiku)

“Little Girl Point” by Jan Chronister

“Bring Me a Dream...” by Naomi Cochran

“July, Beach in Ashland” by Lucy Tyrrell

“Indescribable” by Mar y Louise Peters .

“August Fog at the Oredock” by Catherine Lange .

“The Age of Water Falling” by Howard Paap . . .

Knowing the Way

by Diana Randolph

Headwaters of some rivers trickle in narrow channels while some gush freely from lakes hidden in these ancient hills.

Rivers pulse over stones, boulders, golden grasses, splashing on embankments on their journeys, bending, twisting, following natural courses, knowing the way.

Crystal clear water, teeming with life rippling to the Great Lake, flowing like the pure blood that runs through our veins.

Pulsing blood flowing forward, knowing the way, nudging us to breathe, to fill our minds, and to speak with pure heart, nourished from the sources.

Life water, lifeblood.

Retention Time

by Eric Chandler

The urban legend: All the cells in your body are replaced every seven years.

The water in me must turnover faster than seven years. A spoonful of water would have a retention time of maybe just a couple of days. A week? A month? I cross-country ski and my sweat pours out.

I squint at the snow in the late winter sun. I imagine it melting and flowing into Lake Superior past the steelhead and out the flood-changed mouths of the North Shore streams.

A drop of snowmelt taking two hundred years to make it to the Soo.

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