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
Sep 27 2015
2015 WCPA Annual Poetry Contest: the Frank O'Hara Prize Winner's Reading

Join contest chair Robert Steele and contest judge Dawn Potter for the Winner's Reading of the 2015 WCPA Annual Poetry Contest: the Frank O'Hara Prize.  Contest winners and honorable mentions will read their work followed by a reading by contest judge Dawn Potter.2015 honorees include Jennifer Freed, John Eisner, Anne Marie Lucci and Emily Ferrara.The event will be held on Sunday, September 27th at the First Unitarian Church, 90 Main Street, Worcester, MA and will start at 2:00pm.Sponored by the Worcester County Poetry Association (worcestercountypoetry.org).

2:00pm
90 Main Street
01608 Worcester, Massachusetts

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poems

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
poem
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript	
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.	
 
When evening quickens faintly in the street,	
Wakening the appetites of life in some	
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning	
Wearily, as one
poem
I've been meaning to tell
you how the sky is pink
here sometimes like the roof
of a mouth that's about to chomp
down on the crooked steel teeth
of the city,

I remember the desperate 
things we did
                and that I stumble
down sidewalks listening
to the buzz of street lamps
at dusk and the