Massachusetts

In March 2015, Patrick Donnelly was named the seventh poet laureate of Northampton, Massachusetts. Donnelly, who is a poet, translator, editor, and teacher, is also director of The Frost Place’s Poetry Seminar. He is the author of Nocturnes of the Brothel of Ruin (Four Way Books, 2012) and The Charge (Ausable Press, 2003). He will serve a two-year term.

In March 2015, Jan Schreiber was named the second poet laureate of Brookline, Massachusetts, taking over for Judith Steinbergh. He will serve a two-year term.

 

upcoming events

date
Apr 09 2015
Tracy K. Smith discusses Ordinary Light: A Memoir

Harvard Book Store and Mass Poetry welcome 2012 Pulitzer Prize winner Tracy K. Smith for a reading from her latest work, Ordinary Light: A Memoir.
 

7:00pm to 8:00pm
1256 Massachusetts Ave.
02138 Cambridge, Massachusetts
Apr 15 2015
Poetry Writing

Local poet Polly Brown will lead a poetry writing workshop at the Hopkinton Public Library. The writing of poetry is both playful and serious: a way of using language to sneak up on what you know about the world and yourself in it—and then give that away, adding to what the world knows about itself. We’ll try out some strategies for getting started, and some ways of getting and giving support. You’ll walk away with rough drafts and new ideas. Everyone is welcome—feel free to join us even if you’ve never tried poetry writing before.

Polly Brown has won awards from the Worcester County Poetry Society and the Massachusetts Artists’ Foundation, but she’s most proud of her long association with Every Other Thursday Poets, and she treasures a long history of giving other poets a boost towards expression, revision, and publication. Recent poems can be found online in the Fall 2014 issue of Turtle Island Quarterly, and in Turning Again to the Well, a chapbook of poems inspired by sculptures focused on preservation and sustainability.

6:30pm
13 Main St.
01748 Hopkinton, Massachusetts
Apr 25 2015
Poetry for the People

***An Invitation to gather with Hopkinton residents and share your favorite poem***

Join local poet Cheryl Perreault and your friends and neighbors to share your favorite great poems! Bring a favorite poem by a poet you admire to share with the group, or come just to listen. Please note: You don’t have to have participated in the poetry marathon to attend. Cheryl Perreault is a poet, writer, and spoken word artist who has a background in psychology. She is founder/host and co-producer of Wake up and Smell the Poetry at HCAM-TV Studios. Cheryl offers workshops and presentations for all ages on “awakening to life” through poetry and story-sharing. Her poetry and writing has been published in a number of journals and publications, she writes two columns for the Hopkinton Crier including “Creativity Matters” and “Wake up to Life,” and some of her spoken word poetry has been set to music and recorded by guitarist/producer Steve Rapson.

1:30pm
13 Main Street
01748 Hopkinton, Massachusetts

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poems

poem
There is a movie called "She's Gotta Have It."
There is a blizzard in Massachusetts today.
Twenty-one people died in Chicago last night.
Two of my friends live there,
but I have never wanted to live there
because it is cold there and people die
from the cold and the wind and from each other.
There is a movie
poem
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
I went with Aunt Consuelo
to keep her dentist's appointment
and sat and waited for her
in the dentist's waiting room.
It was winter. It got dark
early. The waiting room
was full of grown-up people,
arctics and overcoats,
lamps and magazines.
My aunt was inside
what seemed like a long
poem

"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam."

The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now.  Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.

Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass;
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles