Don Winter

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Don Winter Professor Associate Faculty Award for Excellence in Instruction   http://www.donwinterprofessor.com/award-for-excellence.html

Don Winter Professor Associate Faculty Award for Excellence in Instruction http://www.donwinterprofessor.com/award-for-excellence.html

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Don Winter Professor on LinkedIn

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Burger Chef Poems by Don Winter    http://www.thebawdycloister.com/reliquary/2005/09/poems_by_don_wi.html

Don Winter was a night manager at Burger Chef in Niles, Michigan.

New York Quarterly Poet    Click here to view: http://poets.nyq.org/poet/donwinter

New York Quarterly Poet Click here to view: http://poets.nyq.org/poet/donwinter

Even the Dead are Growing Old     "Don Winter's stark, lyrical tales of truck stops and strip bars and closed-down rusting factories are as strong and American as Jack Kerouac hitching a ride in a truck rolling down a lonely road at dawn or Hank Williams singing of train whistles and cheating hearts and they will hit you and move you with their force. He is that rare thing, a true poet." ---Fred Voss    http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/free-e-book-even-the-dead-are-growing-old.html

Even the Dead are Growing Old "Don Winter's stark, lyrical tales of truck stops and strip bars and closed-down rusting factories are as strong and American as Jack Kerouac hitching a ride in a truck rolling down a lonely road at dawn or Hank Williams singing of train whistles and cheating hearts and they will hit you and move you with their force. He is that rare thing, a true poet." ---Fred Voss http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/free-e-book-even-the-dead-are-growing-old.html

Saturday Night Desperate  "Saturday Night Desperate in my opinion is as good as poetry gets. I remember getting hit once with a baseball bat...and the force of the blow spun me around towards a girl who was laughing. Sometimes poetry will have the same effect on me. Reading Tom McGrath's Letter to an Imaginary Friend was like that. Your poetry hits me like that." ---Todd Moore  http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/free-e-book-saturday-night-desperate.html

Saturday Night Desperate "Saturday Night Desperate in my opinion is as good as poetry gets. I remember getting hit once with a baseball bat...and the force of the blow spun me around towards a girl who was laughing. Sometimes poetry will have the same effect on me. Reading Tom McGrath's Letter to an Imaginary Friend was like that. Your poetry hits me like that." ---Todd Moore http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/free-e-book-saturday-night-desperate.html

No Way Out But In  "This is the real American poetry, filled with short, cut to the chase, cut to the throat words. Don Winter has that rare gift few poets have, the ability to be precise with words, and take brevity to an art form. Don Winter is one of the few poets I can honestly say I take joy in reading."  ---Gary Goude  http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/free-e-book-no-way-out-but-in.html

No Way Out But In "This is the real American poetry, filled with short, cut to the chase, cut to the throat words. Don Winter has that rare gift few poets have, the ability to be precise with words, and take brevity to an art form. Don Winter is one of the few poets I can honestly say I take joy in reading." ---Gary Goude http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/free-e-book-no-way-out-but-in.html

"ONE OF SMALL PRESS FINEST POETS"                   CHIRON REVIEW  http://www.donwinterpoetrybooksonline.com/

Don Winter Poetry Books

Haiku by Don Winter    http://ahuntersheart.tumblr.com/post/3198834503

amare-habeo: “Edvard Munch - Attraction I, 1895 Intaglio print “When our eyes met invisible hands tied delicate threads - which went through your great eyes in through my eyes and bound our hearts together”_ from “Literary diaries of Edvard Munch“ ”