Hair--braided chestnut, coiled like a lyncher's rope, Eyes--fagots, Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters, Breath--the last sweet scent of cane, And her slim body, white as the ash of black flesh after flame.
An award-winning poet and novelist, Judson Mitcham was named poet laureate of Georgia in 2012 by Governor Nathan Deal. His writings, which examine basic human themes within the specific landscape of Georgia, are both poignant and powerful. Although much of Mitcham's educational background is centered in psychology, Mitcham has taught workshops in poetry and fiction at Mercer University, and has also served as adjunct professor of creative writing at the University of Georgia and at Emory University, where he has directed the Summer Writers' Institute.
Mar 07 2017
Poetry Matters Project has teamed up with Goodwill Hire Grounds to provide open mic readings on the first Tuesday of every month. The readings feature local and nationally known poets. The events are free and open to the public.
March feature will be Yavaria Ryan -Women's History Month will be main theme
April feature will be Vanessa Harris, Ms. Harris a Vet will showcase Women and War
For more information on the project visit Poetry Matters Project on Facebook
Contact Lucinda Clark at info.poetrymattersproject.org
6:04pm to 8:06pm
3179 Washington Road30907Poetry Augusta, Georgia
recent & featured listings
|Literary Organization||Georgia Center for the Book||Georgia|
|Literary Organization||Georgia Council for the Arts||Georgia|
|Literary Organization||Georgia Writers Association||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Humpus Bumpus Books||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Outwrite Bookstore||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||A Capella Books||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||A Novel Experience||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Emory University Bookstore||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Horton's Books & Gifts||Georgia|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Humpus Bumpus||Georgia|
The shrimping boats are late today; The dusk has caught them cold. Swift darkness gathers up the sun, And all the beckoning gold That guides them safely into port Is lost beneath the tide. Now the lean moon swings overhead, And Venus, salty-eyed. They will be late an hour or more, The fishermen, blaming dark's
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from