Dear Meryl, I hope you will forgive me for writing this, and, perhaps, even sending it off to you. But, frankly, I have reached an age when stray thoughts and life’s loose ends visit far too frequently. Those loose ends have no need of binding, being random entities with beauties…
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Dr. Patrick Dobson is a work in progress until his termination. In the meantime, He is a writer, scholar, postman, and college professor living in Kansas City, MO.
The University of Nebraska Press published his travel memoirs, Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer in 2015 and Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains in 2009. Canoeing the Great Plains won the 2016 High Plains Book Award in Creative Nonfiction and the Thorpe Menn Literary Excellence Award. His essays and poems have been published in New Letters, daCunha, Kansas City Star, Garo, Wood Coin, and JONAHmagazine, and others.
Dobson earned a doctorate in American History and Literature at the University of Missouri-Kansas City in 2013. He has edited books, taught journalism, and been a union ironworker. He now teaches American History, Modern Latin American History, and Western Civilization at Johnson County Community College in Overland Park, KS.
He looks forward to hearing from you soon.
Fact is, things have never been simple, and the past has never been as great as we want it to be. As a historian, I often use Raymond Williams’ The Country and the City to illustrate this point. Williams, a literary critic and historian, looked at Western literature asking the…
Leave a CommentDear Jim, We didn’t agree to Kyoto precisely because of what you point out. But I will put it a different way. American corporations and investors, the very people who tell us all about the good of the free market and free enterprise, do business with a country that does…
Leave a CommentSteve, I hope all is well in the beautiful country. Around here, we have had weeks of dreariness, which couldn’t make me happier. Sun, sun on snow, clear blue skies in winter, these become pain that turns into depression. It is the writer’s curse to have the ability to affect…
Leave a CommentI Sun paints clouds blue redAgainst skies filled with diamondsLeaves skid over frost Down past the left bankRiver sloshes into nightLips smooth as mirrors Catfish in dark depthsProwl for creatures legged and finnedCloud wafts into night II Evening red riverMirror smooth, artery strongSwallows like skipped stones Trout rings glide ashoreAround…
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