North Carolina

On December 22, 2014, Shelby Stephenson was appointed the ninth North Carolina poet laureate. Stephenson has authored several poetry collections and taught at both Campbell College and the University of North Carolina at Pembroke. He will serve as poet laureate until 2016.

upcoming events

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Mar 01 2017
City Soul Cafe Open Mic

City Soul Cafe is the premiere spoken word poetry open mic in the triangle area. Come get on the mic and share your words with talented local poets from the Raleigh, NC area and hear nationally-known and award winning features from across the country. We are here at 44 Soul Cafe every Wednesday Night. Doors at 8:30 PM. Show at 9:00 PM.

8:30pm
7361 Six Forks Road
27615 Raleigh, North Carolina

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poems

poem

 

          for Carl & Lillian Sandburg’s Connemara, Flat Rock, NC

 

As a child I was taken
to visit Connemara
as I remember
a little display of concrete poems
in the shapes of shoes
next to a typewriter
on an orange crate
let me know
I was

poem
In the moon-fade and the sun’s puppy breath,
  in the crow’s plummeting cry,
in my broken foot and arthritic joints,
                                       memory calls me
to the earth’s opening, the graves dug, again, and again 
I, always I am left
                   to turn away
into a bat’s wing-brush of air
poem

Fuss, fight, and cutting the huckley-buck—Dear Malindy, 
Underground, must I always return to the country of the dead,

To the coons catting about in the trees, the North Carolina pines 
Chattering about sweetening bodies in their green whirring?

Do these letters predict my