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
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

If the water, everywhere, and if she

is. If ghosts, like water, like if all

rivers and oceans and rains are one

ghost, surrounding and throughout.

If she is, like if the lakes and bays

of Seattle define Seattle, if the ices

Of Mars and Massachusetts

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