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Riehl’s Writer Story on “How We Became Writers”
Joel Heffner is a man of many projects. One of his really fun ones is a site called “How We Became Writers: This is how we did it.” He’s just posted my story of how I became a writer which includes my poem “Scribbler,” from “Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary.” You can read the entire post…
Meet Guest Bloggers Janet Muirhead Hill and Nancy Connally who visit Riehlife while Janet travels to New Mexico to read at the Sunflower Poetry Workshop and Poets & Writers Picnic
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