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Barbara Presnell
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The World's Lyric
A mule deer drinks at the creek bed this morning. Wherever you are in this wild place, your life, from The Journey Home, 2002
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I believe that everybody and every thing has a story to tell, and it's my work to help those stories get told. I like to focus my attention on the small, ordinary things that typically don't get much attention—the beans, the robin, the mill people, the Mexican children, the plumber, the hairdresser—and give them voice.
To that end, I have to move out of the way so that I am not interpreting or creating as much as I am simply listening, watching, paying attention to what's around me in this small, ordinary life I live.
The latest collection of poems, "Piece Work," captures the rich texture of the community of mill workers.