Karen Henry's guest appearances

Karen Henry

The Literary Whip

Eye On Annapolis Daily News Brief

Elite Expert Insider Podcast

Dave Chesson

Robert Kiyosaki

Dave Asprey

Todd Palmer

Howard Schultz

John Mackey

Brian Williams

Sara Blakely

Chris Prefontaine

Sharon Lechter

James Swanwick

Daniel Miller

Steve Gordon

John Warrillow

Matt Johnson

OwlTail

Anne Arundel County

Anne Arundel

If you were able to go about your day today, give Karen Henry and all of her crew a big thank you. The Anne Arundel County Department of Public Works maintains the roads, traffic lights, sewers, water, trash removal, recycling efforts, landfills and more! Today we talk to the new-ish Director for the Department of Public Works, Karen Henry. Director Henry is a longtime County employee and was appointed to the top job in public works earlier this year when Chris Phipps retired.  Her main complaint--littering!  There is no need. It is senseless. And it is costing the County a LOT of money to clean up. And let's be honest; it's really easy to prevent!  Have a listen!  LINKS:  DPW (Website) DPW (Facebook) DPW (Twitter) 

If you were able to go about your day today, give Karen Henry and all of her crew a big thank you. The Anne Arundel County Department of Public Works maintains the roads, traffic lights, sewers, water, trash removal, recycling efforts, landfills and more! Today we talk to the new-ish Director for the Department of Public Works, Karen Henry. Director Henry is a longtime County employee and was appointed to the top job in public works earlier this year when Chris Phipps retired.  Her main complaint--littering!  There is no need. It is senseless. And it is costing the County a LOT of money to clean up. And let's be honest; it's really easy to prevent! Have a listen! LINKS: <ul> <li><a href="https://www.aacounty.org/departments/public-works/dpw-you/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">DPW</a> (Website)</li> <li><a href="https://www.facebook.com/annearundeldpw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">DPW</a> (Facebook)</li> <li><a href="https://twitter.com/AACoDPW" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">DPW</a> (Twitter)</li> </ul>

Bonus Podcast: DPW & You -- Anne Arundel County Public Works Director Karen Henry

PR Strategies for Times of Change | with Karen Henry | Elite Expert Insider Podcast | Melanie Johnson and Jenn Foster, owners of Elite Online Publishing, interview Public Relations expert Karen Henry about adjusting your strategies during times of change. Learn how to approach PR for your business during COVID-19. Full Show notes:  https://eliteonlinepublishing.com/pr-strategies-for-times-of-change-with-karen-henry/ Video URL: https://youtu.be/IYb1znWAAfY Website: http://EliteOnlinePublishing.com

PR Strategies for Times of Change | with Karen Henry | Elite Expert Insider Podcast | Melanie Johnson and Jenn Foster, owners of Elite Online Publishing, interview Public Relations expert Karen Henry about adjusting your strategies during times of change. Learn how to approach PR for your business during COVID-19. Full Show notes: <a href="https://eliteonlinepublishing.com/pr-strategies-for-times-of-change-with-karen-henry/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> https://eliteonlinepublishing.com/pr-strategies-for-times-of-change-with-karen-henry/</a> Video URL: <a href="https://youtu.be/IYb1znWAAfY" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/IYb1znWAAfY</a> Website: <a href="http://EliteOnlinePublishing.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://EliteOnlinePublishing.com</a>

PR Strategies for Times of Change | with Karen Henry

Today, Lise Quintana and Kolleen Carney-Hoepfner explore “Persephone Suite” by Karen Henry, submitted to Zoetic Press for the Viable chapbook series. Persephone’s Report For days before I had sad dreams of lost friends betraying me. That day I went out to win. One flower led to another fragrance of narcisus led me on. I turned to face the cold shadow looming over me. There was no sudden grab. Joy froze in me then seeped out in the dark. Of course I ate the seeds what else was there to do in that empty space exhausting beyond words?   Hades’ Complaint It’s all chance. I love the light but my lot was the underworld. I hone the point of my chariot to rip through stone dividing day from night. I took what I saw. When she was mine, she took my bribe. “What’s left for you?” She loses color in the dark and motion becoming so still with eyes half open she looks like one of us. So, she’s not happy here. I’m happy when I see her. Even the dead have to live.   Jove’s Answer The high blue dome and long shadows tilt toward Autumn. Time to move again leaving a wake of black basil. Heavy scent settles around her – she’s already gone. White smoke curls up out of the crater feeble thanks from my brother. Frozen sleet the curse of my erstwhile lover who never forgives. What was I to do? Laws fix the world. I bent – could not break them. Girls fall into pools. She’s lucky she wasn’t changed into a spring of endless tears.   Pomegranate Seeds When my girl first went under, I froze rivers seeking her wan face. Where was my joking darling, my 3-D checker mate? Gatorade labels scratched off and scattered like petals a poor sign of unforeseen despair. Where she landed after her abduction by unremitting sadness is beyond me – Hades never took me anywhere. But my rage at her lacerations her brutal suffocation raised the stony god who gave us only half life. How she survived in that world of shadows mystifies me still — makes me fear she’ll go under again to eat more seeds. He gave her six months for life no possibility of parole. I stole the harvest starved men gave in. Why didn’t you find me before I lost myself? Lost from birth, I suppose, I could only lose myself further. Still, you owe me a whole life someone does, someone I can’t find no matter how hard I seek. How you mistake me. I want simply to save our sweet girl. Here in this rich dark all her dreams are real. I am the one who made you who loved you first who left you on your own. I have the whole earth to cherish Do you think I can cut you cosmic slack? Even I couldn’t hold all the pieces in place if I did. I release you to your fate, to your love, to your hate. Why go through this harsh world when in the end all will fall away to ash? I step in the meadow the fragrant air sings through me I am here.   A Hummingbird in Hell The whir and halt and tilt and swoop to shoot across the green to a new world of tubular blooms takes all of me but a small piece of pain. I’m a creature in the sun half my days. The dark ice of death doesn’t own me yet. Why can’t I flit and stoop hover and sip blooms while I may? Yes, there’s the devil to pay. Yes, I’m growing old in the dank underworld. Yes, I cannot love my overlord. Yes, I pity myself endlessly. Yes, I am bored. Yes, I miss my sunlit summer – the long hours of azure and heat. What of that? I’m rising, turning, spinning, diving in a thrill even here even now the scent of salvia spurs me on beyond the burst of strength in my wings beyond necessity beyond even the thirst to know why I am here. You can see what we publish in our Viable chapbook series by becoming a Patreon donor. 

<h3>Today, Lise Quintana and Kolleen Carney-Hoepfner explore “Persephone Suite” by Karen Henry, submitted to Zoetic Press for the Viable chapbook series.</h3> Persephone’s Report For days before I had sad dreams of lost friends betraying me. That day I went out to win. One flower led to another fragrance of narcisus led me on. I turned to face the cold shadow looming over me. There was no sudden grab. Joy froze in me then seeped out in the dark. Of course I ate the seeds what else was there to do in that empty space exhausting beyond words? Hades’ Complaint It’s all chance. I love the light but my lot was the underworld. I hone the point of my chariot to rip through stone dividing day from night. I took what I saw. When she was mine, she took my bribe. “What’s left for you?” She loses color in the dark and motion becoming so still with eyes half open she looks like one of us. So, she’s not happy here. I’m happy when I see her. Even the dead have to live. Jove’s Answer The high blue dome and long shadows tilt toward Autumn. Time to move again leaving a wake of black basil. Heavy scent settles around her – she’s already gone. White smoke curls up out of the crater feeble thanks from my brother. Frozen sleet the curse of my erstwhile lover who never forgives. What was I to do? Laws fix the world. I bent – could not break them. Girls fall into pools. She’s lucky she wasn’t changed into a spring of endless tears. Pomegranate Seeds When my girl first went under, I froze rivers seeking her wan face. Where was my joking darling, my 3-D checker mate? Gatorade labels scratched off and scattered like petals a poor sign of unforeseen despair. Where she landed after her abduction by unremitting sadness is beyond me – Hades never took me anywhere. But my rage at her lacerations her brutal suffocation raised the stony god who gave us only half life. How she survived in that world of shadows mystifies me still — makes me fear she’ll go under again to eat more seeds. He gave her six months for life no possibility of parole. I stole the harvest starved men gave in. Why didn’t you find me before I lost myself? Lost from birth, I suppose, I could only lose myself further. Still, you owe me a whole life someone does, someone I can’t find no matter how hard I seek. How you mistake me. I want simply to save our sweet girl. Here in this rich dark all her dreams are real. I am the one who made you who loved you first who left you on your own. I have the whole earth to cherish Do you think I can cut you cosmic slack? Even I couldn’t hold all the pieces in place if I did. I release you to your fate, to your love, to your hate. Why go through this harsh world when in the end all will fall away to ash? I step in the meadow the fragrant air sings through me I am here. A Hummingbird in Hell The whir and halt and tilt and swoop to shoot across the green to a new world of tubular blooms takes all of me but a small piece of pain. I’m a creature in the sun half my days. The dark ice of death doesn’t own me yet. Why can’t I flit and stoop hover and sip blooms while I may? Yes, there’s the devil to pay. Yes, I’m growing old in the dank underworld. Yes, I cannot love my overlord. Yes, I pity myself endlessly. Yes, I am bored. Yes, I miss my sunlit summer – the long hours of azure and heat. What of that? I’m rising, turning, spinning, diving in a thrill even here even now the scent of salvia spurs me on beyond the burst of strength in my wings beyond necessity beyond even the thirst to know why I am here. <a href="https://www.patreon.com/ZoeticPress" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">You can see what we publish in our Viable chapbook series by becoming a Patreon donor. </a>

“Persephone Suite” by Karen Henry