Doug Smith ephemera Authors who'd kill for a publisher to even consider their works probably hate Doug Smith.

The Davenport native, a bio-medical equipment technician at Genesis Medical Center, is also a noted collector of local photographs, papers, and artifacts, and has written a regular feature column - "Doug's Q-C Collectibles" - for the Quad-City Times since February 2007.

Yet finding a company willing to publish his first book, says Smith, wasn't a struggle: "They actually found me."

The words "thoughtful" and "newspaper columnist" don't normally go together. Columnists can be many things - angry, or incisive, or crabby, or nostalgic, or funny, or cloying - but rarely do you find one who seems genuinely curious about the world around him, and who has many experiences through which to view it.

John Buchtel When you pick up a book or magazine, your conscious mind is almost certainly looking at the cover and the text inside.

But what else are you processing? You might not realize it, but the book is sending signals about itself with cover art, typography, the thickness and texture of the pages, binding, printing mistakes, wear and tear, and heft.

People interested in writing in the Quad Cities might look at the list of organizations that offer classes in dance, music, art, and theatre and wonder: What about me?

For better or worse, there's only one organization in the Quad Cities that offers writing instruction to the community at-large: the Midwest Writing Center.

Most visibly, the organization hosts the David R. Collins Writers' Conference each summer.

Down to the River: Portraits of Iowa MusiciansIowa roots musician Greg Brown gazes out from the sepia dust-jacket of Sandra Dyas's Down to the River: Portraits of Iowa Musicians as if he were part of a modern-day American Gothic, setting the tone for a book filled with earthy photographs. This picture is found inside in black and white, opposite a posed shot of Kevin Gordon in front of a door haloed with postcards.

Reader issue #635 For the River Cities' Reader's fourth-annual short-fiction contest, we got mean. Diabolical. Bound-for-hell cruel.

Oh, sure, in the past we gave the challenge of starting or ending with a particular line, or including seven specific words in a story. We've limited you to 200 words.

This year, in addition to the relatively mundane prompts of a photograph and a fortune cookie, we devised what we called the "Wheel of Fortune challenge," in which authors could not use the letters R, S, T, L, N, and E. As you'll see from the winners and other selected entries, that nasty constraint gave us our most creative and playful entries.

 

 

The Midwest Writing Center has announced the winners of the 34th Annual Mississippi Valley Poetry Contest, and the River Cities' Reader, as one of the contest's sponsors, is pleased to publish selected entries. Other sponsors of the contest were the Sam's Club Foundation and the Illinois Arts Council (a state agency).

The awards will be presented at 7 p.m. on May 19 at the Butterworth Center in Moline.

 

Reader Short Fiction Contest What do a fortune cookie, a photograph, and a few missing letters have in common?

They're the Starting Points for the River Cities' Reader 2007 Short Fiction Contest.

 

Kathleen Lawless Cox - Journal of the Unconscious Kathleen Lawless Cox's new book, Journal of the Unconscious, is a necessarily self-indulgent affair. The title is perfectly descriptive rather than being arty, and the volume - less than 80 pages - is a collection of recorded "visions" from 1973 and 1974.

Reader issue #608 Kathleen Lawless Cox's novel Maeve was written over 29 years. Her new book, the poetry collection Citizen of the Earth, has been four decades in the making.

The 68-year-old author - born in England, raised in Ireland, a U.S. resident since 1961, and a Quad Cities citizen for the bulk of the past 45 years - is matter-of-fact about the book's creation.

"I had approximately 40 years' worth of poetry sitting around," she said this week, "and I decided I would like to do a book that covered those 40 years but with the best poems that I could muster out of the pile."

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