Ted Kooser is a son of Iowa, a once poet laureate, a book publisher, a professor, and an insurance executive. He is also a long time friend of, and correspondent with, Jim Harrison. Harrison is a Michigander, a poet, a writer, and so much more.
While browsing in a local book store today (not as easy as it once was), I happened upon Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry. Over time, the correspondence between Kooser and Harrison evolved into an exchange of short poems. Braided Creek is a collection of their exchanges. The author of each brief poem is not identified, as the "book is an assertion in favor of poetry and against credentials."
Enjoy a wee sample:
Sometimes my big front teeth bite
my lower lip and my food gets bloody.
What is this argument all about?
"Do you feel your age?" she asked,
so I squeezed my age till it hurt,
then set it free.
Rising from a cramped position
before the fireplace I discover
that there's blood in my legs.
So much to live for.
Each rope rings
a different bell.
when a man's pockets
I was paralyzed from the waist up
for three months. My feet walked me.
The birds all turned brown. I fell
out of a tree I hadn't climbed.