The Osage family moved slowly to the beat, circling the drum with sons and daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Friends joined behind and beside. We outside the dance stood quiet, solemn as the dancers in tribute. To have a song with Grandfather's name, a tribute for a whole tribe to know, respect
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Apr 15 2015
The Academy of American Poets presents Poetry & the Creative Mind at Lincoln Center's Alice Tully Hall in New York City on April 15, 2015. A gala celebration of poetry’s important place in our culture and its impact on the lives of readers, the eventfeatures leading and legendary actors, dancers, artists, musicians, and public figures on one stage sharing their favorite poems.
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Apr 01 2015
The sixth annual PoemCity event in Montpelier, Vermont, will take place this April to celebrate National Poetry Month. Along with displaying poetry on local business storefronts, PoemCity will also offer poetry workshops, public readings, panel discussions, and visual poetry and art displays throughout downtown. All events and programming are free and open to the public. www.kellogghubbard.org
Apr 01 2015
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|Landmark||Robert Frost Stone House Museum||Vermont|
|Landmark||McLean Hospital in Belmont||Massachusetts|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Poetry Landmark: The Grolier Poetry Book Shop||Massachusetts|
|Writing Program||University of Notre Dame Creative Writing Program||Indiana|
|Literary Magazine||Black Warrior Review||Alabama|
|Festival||New York Poetry Festival||New York|
|Conference||University of North Dakota Writers Conference||North Dakota|
|Conference||Litquake: San Francisco Literary Festival||California|
Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment when, nothing happens no what-have-I-to-do-today-list maybe half a moment the rush of traffic stops. The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be slows to silence, the white cotton curtains hanging still.
To the night I offered a flower and the dark sky accepted it like earth, bedding for light. To the desert I offered an apple and the dunes received it like a mouth, speaking for wind. To the installation I offered a tree and the museum planted it like a man, viewing his place. To the ocean I offered a seed