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Author: Patrick Dobson

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.

Apply ass to chair

Inspiration comes during composition and not before. A creative writing professor at UMKC gave this maxim to us as young and dreamy students. It would be many years before I absorbed this information or really knew what the hell my teacher was talking about. The prof was a known entity…

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Letter to a prison inmate

Bill, I know people who have, for years, been quite happy with Sprint service for their cellphones. On the other hand, I have always had problems with the company. I cannot, for instance, get reliable service in my house. Signals come intermittently when I’m driving. A few years ago, I…

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Seasons and changes

Dear Ray, I meant to send you the small book and the NatGeo with the bird article by Jonathan Franzen months and months ago. But the fever got lost in other comings and goings.The stuff sat on the dining room table, got pushed to the side, and there it stood.…

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The man in me

Blue Dog. What a silly name for a man. It’s a Confederate flag-waving sort of name that sticks in the craw and appeals to the masculine aspect of American culture, which turns me off and triggers intestinal resistance to the cult of masculinity.  Blue Dog reminds me of those long-hair reactionary Harley-riding butchies who…

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