• At the humble beginnings of the Hudson Valley Writers Center, before the train station renovation, before Slapering Hol Press, before the workshops, and before e-mail, when the Writers Center was located in a small attic room, I was one of the first workers for what has become one of the amazing art centers of America. Now, after so many years, I am delighted to be one of the first in the Slapering Hol Press Conversation Series for a small, small press that has accomplished much more than its size belies.

    Denise Duhamel Slapering Hol Press author, 2011
  • Everything I know is here/ where everything I’ve thought/ or drunk winds up/ The essence of my ancestors is here/ and in such rivers

    Ron Houchin River Poems
  • I almost feel that I could find you now / between the river of grass / that flows around our feet / and the river of sky that bears / our names inside the clouds.

    Richard Parisio The Owl Invites Your Silence
  • Her eyes do not fit the room / her legs do not fit her bones / her arms do not fit the space above her head.

    Nancy Taylor Everett Juliet as Herself
  • The Hudson Valley Writers Series conceived a beautiful idea for a unique literary collaboration: the Slapering Hol Press Poems-in-Conversation series.  Through this series I had the privilege of co-creating with the splendid poet Amy M. Clark a chapbook called A Turn Around the Mansion Grounds. Thanks to all the people involved in this process our book was stunningly produced, and our reading at The Hudson Valley Writers Center was a memorable event.

    Molly Peacock author of eleven books and recipient of awards from the Ingram Merrill Foundation, Woodrow Wilson Foundation, National Endowment for the Arts, and New York State Council on the Arts. Former President of the Poetry Society of America, Former Poet in Residence at the American Poets' Corner, Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine
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    Everything I know is here/ where everything I’ve thought/ or drunk winds up/ The essence of my ancestors is here/ and in such rivers

    from "The River Triumphant" by Ron Houchin in River Poems
  • I almost feel that I could find you now / between the river of grass / that flows around our feet / and the river of sky that bears / our names inside the clouds.

    from "Everglades" by Richard Parisio in The Owl
  • Language is the only homeland / the contagious vernacular / voice bourne up by what ailed it / our growing heavy furry tongues

    from "Scrap Atlantic" by Spree MacDonald in Milksop Codicil
  • Her eyes do not fit the room / her legs do not fit her bones / her arms do not fit the space above her head

    from "Juliet and Blue" by Nancy Taylor Everett in Juliet as Herself
  • And then what baffles you, what hurts you most / is the impatience of the absent lovers.” 

    Sylvia Moss from "Summer Night" in Voices from the River
  • Stars are ghostflies / the moon a trick mirror

    Jianqing Zheng from "Deception" in The Landscape of Mind
  • Nothing’s ever said and then everything’s said.

    Brighde Mullins from "Lunar, Girl" in Water Stories