Of Cows and Crows is now available at a bookstore near you:
Back Forty Books (Two Harbors)
Drury Lane Bookstore (Grand Marais)
Foxes and Fireflies (Superior, WI)
Next Chapter Booksellers (St. Paul)
Books Revisited, (St. Cloud, MN)
ITASCA BOOKS Distribution
Wildflower Bookshop Grand Rapids, MN
Piragis Northwoods Co. Bookshop Ely, MN
Watch the Magers and Quinn reading by clicking image above.
“A memoir in poetry written with enough distance and enormous skill to avoid every common trap of such an endeavor. Getten never flinches from the harshness of the practicality and poverty of the farm life in which she came of age in rural Minnesota and never loses a hold on the humanity of all the people we meet there. What sweetness there is never turns saccharine. The tone is pitch perfect throughout. This is an important collection simultaneously filled with the specific images of a specific life and a specific place which transcends into universal themes and is a powerful example of a way to look back on one’s life, to claim everything. These poems have been grown in a fertile field and now they are '… swollen and ripe and ready to eat.'"
- Ellie Schoenfeld, former Duluth Poet Laureate (2016-17)
Other places for my poetry:
Dovetail Marketplace - Duluth
North and Shore - Duluth
Duluth Studio Market - Duluth Canal Park
Joy and Company - Grand Marais
Mooscelaneous - Two Harbors
A Poem from OF COWS AND CROWS (Nodin Press 2024)
THE GRASS IS GREENER (first published in The Talking Stick)
cows lowered heads
between bottom strands
of barbed wire
bent front legs
to kneel in prayer
to the god of the other
side of the fence
their tongues stretched
and curled toward the grace
of green tendrils
as if they could be saved
by such decadence
Agates is SOLD OUT and OUT of PRINT
Drury Lane Books in Grand Marais October 28, 2023 with my dear friend, Ruth Schmidt-Bauemler and new friends Jess Morgan, Sarah Royer-Stoll, Emily August and Isadora Gruye of the League of Minnesota Poets.
“ Swan
Today I am
an origami swan
folding into myself,
wanting nothing
of the world
but solitude -
the turning
of pages,
a leaf
airborne,
a wakeless
drifting
to another shore.”