Georgia

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.

upcoming events

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Mar 07 2017
Poetry Matters Project Presents

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 Road
30907Poetry Augusta, Georgia

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Judson Mitcham
Georgia poet laureate

Judson Mitcham

Judson Mitcham is the author of A Little Salvation: Poems Old and New (University of Georgia Press, 2007), Sabbath Creek (University of Georgia Press...

poems

poem

        at The Funeral for 13,000; Andersonville
         Historic Site, September 19, 2015

Every prayer once prayed here is still in the air,
but there is also that old wine of astonishment, caught
in the throat. So who are we to have gathered here,
even in praise, even humbled

poem

 (A Funeral Sermon)

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great,
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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.