Maryann Hurtt

Chikaskia Literary Festival

October 2, 2021October 12, 2021 admin

Chikaskia Literary Festival and Tar Creek update

I will be a featured reader at the Chikaskia Literary Festival (Northern Oklahoma College) on October 8, 2021 and will be reading from my new book Once Upon a Tar Creek: Mining for Voices. Am anxious to share the creek’s stories and hope to communicate that although I have written about a specific place, it is a universal story.

LEAD (Local Environmental Action Demanded) Agency in Miami, Oklahoma recently worked hard to obtain an ordinance to grant citizens the right to clean water and a healthy Tar Creek. Over six hundred people signed the petition though not enough signatures were obtained to bring it to the floor of City Council. LEAD folks have been advocates for over twenty years for clean Tar Creek water.

WATER IS LIFE!

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Once Upon a Tar Creek: Mining for Voices featured on Sunday Poems with Ken Hada

August 18, 2021August 19, 2021 Maryann Hurtt

I was extremely happy when Ken Hada featured Once Upon a Tar Creek poems in his Sunday Poems podcast. Ken is an excellent Oklahoma poet, teacher, and Scissortail Creative Writing Festival organizer. He was instrumental in connecting me to Paul Bowers, editor-publisher of Turning Plow Press, and I will be forever grateful to both these men.

Please take a listen to Episode 141 Once Upon a Tar Creek: Mining for Voices by Wisconsin ecology poet Maryann Hurtt and read by Ken Hada.

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Time for a site revision

August 16, 2021August 16, 2021 Maryann Hurtt

It’s time for a new and revised website. Where do I even start? COVID has so uprooted our lives but also has made me savor even more both the mundane and the exhilarating times of my life. Two years ago, I spent time in Vietnam and flew back in time to celebrate my father’s 100^th and my 70^th birthdays.

A year and half later, he left this life as the birds outside his bedroom window chattered a commotion then left just as suddenly when he took his last breath. My brother took down the feeders then gave them to two of his exercise class friends. I will forever be grateful for a man who taught me about “awe.”