In June 2014, Governor Terry McAuliffe appointed Ron Smith the poet laureate of Virginia. Smith is the writer-in-residence and George O. Squires Chair of Distinguished Teaching at St. Christopher’s School in Richmond. He has authored three books of poetry—Its Ghostly Workshop (Louisiana State University Press, 2013), Moon Road: Poems 1986-2005 (Louisiana State University Press, 2007), and Running Again in Hollywood Cemetery (University Presses of Florida, 1988)—and has won numerous awards for his poetry, including the Carole Weinstein Poetry Prize, Southern Poetry Review’s Guy Owen Prize, and Poetry Northwest’s Theodore Roethke Prize. Smith will serve a two-year term. 

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Apr 23 2015
VCU Visiting Writers Series — Erin McGraw & Gregory Donovan

A reading with novelist Erin McGraw and poet Gregory Donovan.


900 Park Avenue
23284 Richmond, Virginia
Apr 30 2015
Author of "Itself," Rae Armantrout to Speak

A reading with Rae Armantrout.

7916 Williamson
Frances Niederer Auditorium, Richard Wetherill Visual Arts Center
24020 Roanoke, Virginia

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Just past dusk I passed Christiansburg,
cluster of lights sharpening
as the violet backdrop of the Blue Ridge
darkened. Not stars
but blue-black mountains rose
before me, rose like sleep
after hours of driving, hundreds of miles
blurred behind me. My eyelids
were so heavy but I could see
far ahead a summer
I’m older than my father when he turned
bright gold and left his body with its used-up liver
in the Faulkner Hospital, Jamaica Plain.  I don’t 
believe in the afterlife, don’t know where he is 
now his flesh has finished rotting from his long 
bones in the Jewish Cemetery—he could be the only 
convert under