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Reflection, Motivation, and Inspiration
Alumna Ellie Schoenfeld celebrates life and community as Duluth's newest Poet Laureate.
The system does work. Ellie is a prolific writer and Duluth's newest Poet Laureate.She has published three solo poetry collections, The Dark Honey: New & Used Poems (Clover Valley Press 2009), Difficult Valentines (Fallow Deer Books, 2004), and Screaming Red Gladiolus (Poetry Harbor, 1999). She has work in anthologies and has collaborated on poetry/music CDs. Ellie graduated from UMD in 1987 with a degree in German and in 2007 with a master's degree in social work.
Ellie's poetry is legendary in the Duluth arts community. It's eclectic. The poems are funny, haunting, disturbing, and heartfelt. Audience members often make requests. Her feminist Barbie poems and the poem about God as a wise, wrinkly old man in an aqua tutu are favorites.
Poetry has a reputation of building communities and providing a therapeutic outlet. Ellie has put these concepts to the test. She was the co-founder of Poetry Harbor; a community poetry group that has hosted free poetry readings and published local work. She helped with a reading series at CHUM, a drop in center for the homeless, and served on the board of Spirit Lake Poetry Series. She has worked with a group in the Federal Prison Camp and with an HIV-positive support group.
During her two-year term as the 2016-18 Duluth Poet Laureate, Ellie will organize five public events. She is the sixth Duluth Poet Laureate since the position was founded in 2005 to honor local poets and encourage the appreciation of poetry.
Two of her poems, "I Ride the Greyhound," and "Patriotism," were read by Garrison Keillor on "The Writer's Almanac."
My country is this dirt
that gathers under my fingernails
when I am in the garden.
The quiet bacteria and fungi,
all the little insects and bugs
are my compatriots. They are
idealistic, always working together
for the common good.
I kneel on the earth
and pledge my allegiance
to all the dirt of the world,
to all of that soil which grows
flowers and food
for the just and unjust alike.
The soil does not care
what we think about or who we love.
It knows our true substance,
of what we are really made.
I stand my ground on this ground,
this ground which will
recruit us all
to its side.
Published in The Dark Honey