Poetry Night at the Writing Life, 27 July 2024: Trying something new

Subscribe to continue reading

Subscribe to get access to the rest of this post and other subscriber-only content.

Poetry Night at the Writing Life, 25 May 2024: About two rivers

Subscribe to continue reading

Subscribe to get access to the rest of this post and other subscriber-only content.

Poetry Night at the Writing Life, 27 April 2024: Tried a long poem and got four short ones

Subscribe to continue reading

Subscribe to get access to the rest of this post and other subscriber-only content.

Poetry Night at the Writing Life, 27 January 2024

Subscribe to continue reading

Become a paid subscriber to get access to the rest of this post and other exclusive content.

Returning to the River: A brief announcement

Hi, everyone.

I know I promised you some original writing, maybe even fiction, this weekend. Let me assure you it is coming – at 5 p.m. Central Time today. However, I wanted to take a moment now and let everyone know about some personal news.

It turns out I’m soon to be on the move, and both my wife and I will be returning to more familiar territory and a very familiar river.

My wife Laura has just accepted a new job as a city manager for Fort Madison, Iowa. It’s two hours away from where I’m living in Chariton, Iowa, right in south central Iowa. It will be much closer to our hometown of Muscatine, Iowa, where my parents, her mother, and eventually my daughter will be living. It’s a great opportunity for her, and I couldn’t be prouder.

As for me, I’ll be joining her after the school year’s over and seeing what opportunities present themselves. I will miss my school district, as it was a good one (Twin Cedars) and I have been having a good year working with a great group of colleagues. However, Laura’s been my home for 25-plus years, so I go where she does.

I do plan to keep in touch with those I’ve made friends and acquaintances with in Chariton and the area, especially some of my work colleagues and area writers I’ve had a chance to meet here during the past three years. However, I’m hoping to reconnect with some of my old friends and writing enthusiasts from the Muscatine/Quad Cities area, as well as any new ones from around the Fort Madison/Burlington area.

My current home.

Chariton will always be a part of my life, I believe. It will be the place where I finished my second book, started a few other projects, and started writing on Substack. It is likely going to be the last home me, Laura, and our two children ever live in again after a brief period when my son came to stay with us and work in Chariton and my daughter was attending the University of Iowa from her laptop.

Downtown Chariton, Iowa

However, I’m going to be closer to more of my family, and closer to the Mississippi River, where I’ve lived next to more than forty years. The older I’ve gotten, the more I have been fascinated by rivers in general and the Mississippi in particular, and visitors to this page might have seen a poem or two inspired by river life. When I had the chance to tour Fort Madison recently and watched the sun dancing off the surface of the waters, the sight felt so much like home to me I could barely shake it.

The Fort Madison, Iowa riverfront.

I can’t wait to get started on the new adventure. I’ll probably tell you a bit about it here, too.

While I do appreciate you following this blog, I really would like you to subscribe to my Substack page. By subscribing to that page, you’ll not only be receiving my Substack newsletter, The Writing Life With Jason Liegois (the companion blog to this one), but you’ll also be signing up for my email list. Just click the button below.

Poetry Night at the Writing Life, 25 November 2023

Subscribe to continue reading

Become a paid subscriber to get access to the rest of this post and other exclusive content.

Poetry Night at the Writing Life, 28 October 2023

Subscribe to continue reading

Become a paid subscriber to get access to the rest of this post and other exclusive content.

Poetry Night, 24 September 2023: About traveling, being Iowan, and returning to the river.

A little while ago, I decided to share some exclusive, somewhat new poetry with you my readers. If you remember, one of the poems was free for all, the other one was for my paid subscribers.

I’ve decided to keep trying to do this at least on a monthly basis. One poem for all of you, and one for my loyal subscribers. Shall we?

[At some point, I might have to put out A Writer’s Biography story about how I sort of got peer pressured into starting poetry by one of my former writing groups.]

Both of these poems are fresh off the page, so to speak, and both were inspired by a road trip this weekend to the southeastern corner of Iowa I took with my wife.

The first poem was inspired by my visit to the American Gothic house in little Eldora, Iowa. I’ve been considering the fact I have never attended a session of the Iowa State Fair might make me somewhat less than an ideal Iowan, so perhaps this experience slightly redeems me.

The second one is inspired by a reunion of sorts on the trip when I saw a big part of my growing up and my home. And I took pictures as well. 🙂

A Visit to the American Gothic House

24 September 2023, Chariton, Iowa

Tucked away in a pocket field

On the other side of a farm-town neighborhood

Off by its lonesome, guarded by trees,

Was the American Gothic house.

I’d seen it on the famous canvas in Chicago

But you really don’t get the measure of a house

In paintings and memes.

It wasn’t a shack

Or a shed you get from the local farm store. 

It was a “tiny house” a century before people started to mention the phrase

Tiny House

Because after a century of growth people started to wonder

Whether we all really needed or wanted mansions.

All I knew was it had been someone’s home, their heart, their sanctuary

And it inspired one of the most famous cultural snapshots of my home state.

The thing I noticed the most

(Other than the house)

Was the collection of native wildflowers and prairie grass growing

Nearby the visitor’s center

To show Iowans what most of their state looked like

Before “Iowans.”

I remember walking alongside that tall explosion

Of greens and other subtle colors

And trying to picture an entire state looking like this

And thinking it must have looked like paradise

Shame they plowed most of it up.

While I do appreciate you following this blog, I really would like you to subscribe to my Substack page. By subscribing to that page, you’ll not only be receiving my Substack newsletter, The Writing Life With Jason Liegois (the companion blog to this one), but you’ll also be signing up for my email list. Just click the button below.

Subscribe to continue reading

Become a paid subscriber to get access to the rest of this post and other exclusive content.

A Writer’s Biography, Volume I, Part 8: The Old Mississippi

Subscribe to continue reading

Become a paid subscriber to get access to the rest of this post and other exclusive content.