When Kelley Hunt Sings The first velvet words land right in the center of whatever we think we know. By the time the drums pick up, we're ready: hips tilted to one side, shoulders to the other, the drum beat an ocean in high wind, a hummingbird in our chests. The fire warms us across the distance, right here in Liberty Hall, on the last night of a decade. When we inhale, we're down at the riverside. Exhale, and it's not over when it's over. There’s a mountain of voice, her hands dizzying across the keyboard or red guitar, each low note catching the best of the sun nearing the horizon. Then the sudden rise of voice and horns, the strongest wings, heavy as the siren call of all we can’t live without but do. We rush back to the dance floor, boogy-woogie our muscles into the lone star road of twist and rise, and lift our sights above the blue notes, into the beautiful dark.
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg, Ph.D., the 2009-13 Kansas Poet Laureate is the author of 23 books, including Miriam’s Well, a novel; Everyday Magic: A Field Guide to the Mundane and Miraculous, and Following the Curve, poetry. Her previous work includes The Divorce Girl, a novel; Needle in the Bone, a non-fiction book on the Holocaust; The Sky Begins At Your Feet, a bioregional memoir on cancer and community; and six poetry collections, including the award-winning Chasing Weather with photographer Stephen Locke. Founder of Transformative Language Arts at Goddard College, Mirriam-Goldberg also leads writing workshops widely.
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Oh how well you have lifted us all from our chairs, dancing as we rise into the music!