California

In 2001, California established a state poet laureate position, which is currently held by Dana Gioia, who was appointed to a two-year term in 2015. He is the author of numerous poetry collections and books of literary criticism. 

In 2017, S. Bryan Medina was named poet laureate of Fresno, California. Medina will serve a two-year term.

Robin Coste Lewis was appointed the Los Angeles poet laureate in 2017, which is a two-year term. She is the author of the National Book Award-winning collection Voyage of the Sable Venus (Knopf, 2015).

In 2017, Indigo Moore was named poet laureate of Sacramento, California. Moore will serve a two-year term.

Kim Shuck was appointed the San Francisco poet laureate in 2017, which is a two-year term.

In 2018, Mike McGee was named poet laurate of San Jose/Santa Clara County, California. McGee will serve a two-year term.

upcoming events

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Mar 17 2019
SFPL Reading celebrating Lawrence Ferlinghetti's Birthday
In honor of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's 100th birthday the San Francisco Public Library will celebrate with a poetry extravaganza with readings by  Jack Hirschman, Aggie Falk-Hirschman, Janice Mirikatani, devorah major, Ginny Lim, Kim Shuck, Alejandro Murgia, Linda Noel, Dean Rader and Tongo Eisen-Martin. This event will be hosted by Neeli Cherkovski.
 
Admission is free.
 
 
1:00pm
100 Larkin Street
San Francisco Public Library
94118 San Francisco, California
Poetry in California
Dana Gioia
California poet laureate

Dana Gioia

Born in Hawthorne, California, in 1950, Dana Gioia is the author of several poetry collections, including Interrogations at Noon (Graywolf Press,...

poems

poem
What are you thinking about?

I am thinking of an early summer.
I am thinking of wet hills in the rain
Pouring water.  Shedding it
Down empty acres of oak and manzanita
Down to the old green brush tangled in the sun,
Greasewood, sage, and spring mustard.
Or the hot wind coming down from Santa Ana
Driving
poem
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles

is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and
radio blaring
bearing right into the center of the city, the Capitol Tower
on the right, and beyond it, Hollywood Boulevard
blazing

—pimps, surplus stores, footprints of the stars

—descending through the city
poem
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,

certain airy white blossoms punctually
reappeared, and dense clusters of pale pink, dark pink—
a delicate abundance. They seemed

like guests arriving joyfully on the