Lorilee Evans-Lynn Memorial Service

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Dear Friends of Aerie,

Aerie hearts are heavy this week. It is with tremendous sorrow that we inform you of the death of Aerie’s longtime advisor and our beloved teacher, mentor, and friend Lorilee Evans-Lynn. Lorilee passed away on Friday September 23, 2016 in Mount Vernon, WA following a short but aggressive battle with cancer.

A memorial service will be held on Wednesday October 5, from 7-8:30PM at the UC Ballroom at The University of Montana in Missoula. Lorilee’s radiant personality, intense revision notes, and loud singing will be missed in Room 44 at Big Sky High School and this week our hearts are with Lorilee’s family and friends.

The Aerie Magazine program is reeling from an enormous loss as we prepare for Aerie International’s tenth year, but we are committed to honoring Lorilee’s tenacity and passion as we move forward this year. Past Aerie members, please know that our doors are always open. We hope you will write and visit and share your wisdom and your memories with us. Board members and friends, thank you for your support of this program from the beginning. We need you now more than ever. Lorilee created a family in this classroom and that still exists here. If there’s anything we have learned from Lorilee during her time with us, it is this: Words Matter.

We are grateful to Lorilee Evans-Lynn for giving so many young writers a home and establishing a community to support them. Thank you for being our community.

With Love,

Becca Carson


Aerie Magazine Program

Episode 155 – Melissa Stephenson / Louis

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Episode 155 – Melissa Stephenson / Louise Gluck – Melissa Stephenson reflects on an interesting parallel between a dormant voice and an iris rhizome. She pairs her thoughts with a poem by Louise Gluck, winner of the Pulitzer prize for poetry in 1993. http://ow.ly/zclR504nkgF

Episode 154 – David Allan Cates / Robert

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Episode 154 – David Allan Cates / Robert Hass – David Allan Cates reflects on life’s conflicts and contradictions, and their capacity to bring us into balance. He pairs his thoughts with a poem by Robert Hass, who won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 2008.. http://ow.ly/V62b5045Ccg

Episode 153 – Jenny Montgomery / Gwendol

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Episode 153 – Jenny Montgomery / Gwendolyn Brooks – Jenny Montgomery reflects on the need to wake up to the realities of history, even when they are unpleasant. She pairs her thoughts with a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks, a Pulitzer prize winning poet. http://ow.ly/8WHe503Cw6X

Episode 150 – David Moore / N. Scott Mom

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Episode 150 – David Moore / N. Scott Momaday – Reflections West co-host David Moore reflects on social justice and how it relates to living on the land we love. He pairs his thoughts with a poem by N. Scott Momaday, a Pulitzer prize winner. http://ow.ly/SInF503gIpc

“Warm Winter’s Day” by Silas Phillips

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Congratulations to Silas Phillips on his second honorable mention, “Warm Winter’s Day.” Silas is a sophomore at UM studying environmental sciences and dabbling in taking photos. Click here to view his first honorable mention, “Waiting for Rene.”

close up of an opening in a frozen river.
“Warm Winter’s Day” by Silas Phillip, Photograph

“Eat with me” by Elaine Kelly

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Congratulations to Elaine Kelly for receiving and honorable mention for her poem, “Eat with me.”

Elaine Margaret Kelly of Montana was born to missionary parents in December of 1993. She fears blushing, wasting time, and being a fraud. She is a friend, a confidant, a lover of slow music and other romantic things.

Eat with me

Eat with me. I’ll treat you to some cultivated supper.
Swallow soft. Forget your piling plans and eat with me, cure meat with me, spill coffee- beans and sing with me.
Rest your tired thighs. I’ll pull a chair for you, sip kitchen chai.
Child, eat with me. I’ll stir and whisk and sift through cupboard seasonings.
Sit still, I’ll scrub the dirt out of the creases in the garden bits.
I’ll stop to let you cry into my dying plant.
I’ll feed you with a gilded spoon. I’ll hold your heavy crown to set you gentle on the tiled ground. We’ll twist our skinny arms together.
Waltz behind cold windows where I planted flowers in the concrete portico.
Eat of it, eat all of you. I’ll feed you my own calf undressed and hoisted high above a hungry congregation, leave the dishes for the morning.