Hello and welcome to the first official US Represented weekly “MUSE-Letter!” Our goal is to keep you apprised of any new articles, stories, poems, art, and so forth, which debut week-to-week on the USR site, and to encourage you to revisit old favorites, or pieces you might have missed along the way.
Riding the Wave
Wednesday’s edition of the weekly piece Riding the Wave will feature the first three chapters of Eric Stephenson’s novel in progress, The Spectral Order. Three dispossessed people living their own unique hidden lives intersect unexpectedly and begin feeding on each others’ emotions.
Featured Artist: Randal Huiskens
Randal Huiskens thinks “artists should do the best they can to take the raw materials they work with and transform them into something more valuable. The value is imparted by how much someone else is attracted to, inspired by, or otherwise affected by the art. Anybody who constructs something does the same, a machinist, a factory worker, or a baker. But art has to reach people in some other way.”
Visit USR’s Galleries to view Randal’s work, as well as the work of other talented local artists!
Habitually Distracted: Stranger Things: It’s Much More than Nostalgia
Unless you’ve been kicking back in another dimension, you probably know something about Netflix’s fantasy horror juggernaut, Stranger Things. It’s garnered a heap of well-deserved praise and has a bit of everything: a creepy storyline, kids on bicycles, Winona Ryder with an axe, and a surplus of things that make you jump like you don’t have good sense.
Local Time: Pioneer Profiles-Jimmie Burns
In this segment, Local Time author DeLyn Martineau profiles Jimmie Burns, co-owner of the largest gold producing mine in Cripple Creek, the Portland Mine. This mine produced over $60 million in gold over a 50 year period starting near the turn of the 20th century, making Burns one of the richest men in the world.
The article shares the story of this city-born greenhorn plumber who strikes it rich and changes the landscape and history of Colorado Springs. Early on in his search for gold, Burns said to Winfield Stratton, “I’m going to make a million and get a beautiful wife and send my brats East to school and build a house as big as General Palmer’s. And then I’m going to tell those god-damn millionaires to go to hell!” And he did.
Poetry: “The End, Beginning” – Janele Johnson
My mother, Hilda, died on Sept. 1, 2016, at 95, following months of slow decline and a 2012 diagnosis of dementia.
Some of my earliest memories involve my mom reading the poetry of her childhood to me—Longfellow’s “Evangeline” and Greenleaf Whittier’s “Snowbound,” poems she herself had memorized huge swathes from in the Midwestern schoolroom of the early 1930s when she wasn’t dashing around the countryside climbing the stately elms and generous oaks that she adored.
My mom was a farmer’s wife, an Avon saleswoman, a church-goer, a quilt-maker, a wife of 60+ years to the man she married at 18, a mother of eight, and a grandmother many times over. But when I think of her, now and probably forever, what I picture is that little tree-climbing, poetry-loving spirit and how it still shone, so many years later, from the face of that silver-haired old lady I loved so much.
Trying to Justify Saint Teresa
In his essay, Jerome Parent takes a brief look at the trouble Mother Teresa caused him personally, and whether the rush to make her a saint was justified.