The Book Club for Poets will be rescheduling its discussion of the poetry of Walter E. Butts for our summer meeting. I’ll post the date as soon as I can. In the meantime, here are some lines to whet your appetite:
Father baited the hooks
and cast his line in a long, curved arc,
slow and deliberate as any hawk
I’d seen riding thermals above the hills
on the far bank.
from “First Catch,” Walter E Butts, Cathedral of Nervous Horses (Hobblebush, 2013), p. 21.