Maril Crabtree and Alan Proctor will play around (mostly with poetry but a little with song) at this month's Thomas Zvi Wilson Reading Series. Alan also will have copies of his new book, The Sweden File: Memoir of an American Expatriate.
Alan Proctor’s poetry, fiction, and/or creative non-fiction have appeared in New Letters, Loon, Chautauqua, I-70 Review, Kansas City Voices, Crosstimbers, The Rockhurst Review, Off Channel, Blue Lick Review, Hanging Loose and The Red Book among other journals. He was twice a Reader’s Digest national poetry finalist, and a winner in the Whispering Prairie Press 2012 Rex Rogers Formal Poetry Contest. He is anthologized in The Whirlybird Anthology of Kansas City Writers. His 2013 e-novel, Adirondack Summer was nominated for the Thorpe Menn Award for Literary Excellence. His hybrid, dual-memoir entitled, The Sweden File: Memoir of an American Expatriate, has just been published by Westphalia Press, an imprint of the Policy Studies Organization in Washington D.C. Alan is a poetry editor for Kansas City Voices, a former humor columnist, college administrator, tree surgeon, cook and classical guitarist. He is a board member of The Writers Place based in Kansas City. Read more at: alanrobertproctor.wordpress.com
Maril Crabtree grew up in the South but escaped to the Midwest at age 17 on that famous Arlo Guthrie train, The City of New Orleans, and has lived in Kansas City for many years. A former French teacher, lawyer, peace activist, environmentalist, energy healer, and yoga instructor, she is grateful for poetry – hers and others’ – as the loom that weaves her life-threads together. She has authored three chapbooks: Dancing with Elvis, Moving On, and most recently Tying the Light. Her work has also appeared in Poet’s Market, Kalliope, Third Wednesday, Seems, Coal City Review, I-70 Review, and other journals. She is a former poetry co-editor for Kansas City Voices, a current member of the Writers Place Board of Directors, and is learning to play the ukulele. She agrees with poet Carmen Ye when she says, “All I have ever wanted was for someone to find home in my words.”