Kathryn WinogradAt Phantom Canyon, Nipple Mountain, Cripple Creek and other such auguries |
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Poet and Essayist Kathryn Winograd is the author of Air Into Breath (Ashland Poetry Press), winner of the 2002 Colorado Book Award, and Stepping Sideways Into Poetry, a Scholastic Teacher's Resource book on teaching poetry in the classroom. She is also the co-author of two books on online teaching and learning, You Can Teach Online and You Can Learn Online (McGraw Hill).
Kathryn Winograd won the 2011 Chautauqua Poetry contest and the 2011 Non-rhyming Poetry category of the Writer’s Digest 80th Annual Writing Competition. She has been a finalist for the 2011 and the 2012 annual Michael Steinberg Essay Prize. Her essay, “Bathing” (Fourth Genre) was named a Notable Essay in Best American Essays 2011 and is included in The Fourth Genre: Contemporary Writers of/on Creative Nonfiction 6th ed along with “(Note to Self): The Lyric Essay.” Recent or forthcoming publications include Fourth Genre, River Teeth, Hotel Amerika, Puerto del Sol, r.kv.r.y. quarterly literary journal and Literary Mama. Kathryn Winograd's richly lyrical, beautifully descriptive first book of poems charts the passage of a woman caught in the very heart of life, participating in the rhythms of nature, eagerly holding onto what is passing and is past, desperately holding fast to what she most cherishes. Air into Breath is a splendid collection. - Edward Hirsch [Winograd] is one of the best nature poets to come along in quite awhile . . .Winograd never preaches, yet there is a message for humanity here: We're never quite safe in a world that too often we take for granted. -Peter Thorpe, Rocky Mountain News |
 Silence. Wind. Coyote. A longhorn’s faint bawling in the November dearth of grass. Slowly, my eyes adapt. The air pales. Snow beneath the implacable pines silvers like the metallic salts of some film developing. A thread of the moon curves in the East, the whole sky filled with the bent river of the Milky Way. I count the far single lights of my neighbors scattered down to the Arkansas Valley and its thousand lights of a thousand small cities.
This is why you came, I tell myself, and step slowly into the dark. from Dark Skies
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