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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Apr 14 2017

Floraffiti celebrates Poetry Month at the 2nd Friday ArtWalk in Carrboro and Chapel Hill, NC on April 14th 6-9 pm. Local community members, youth and adult, will perform solo and collaborative poetry surrounding a select words that have been previously planted in clover, grown fully fluffy green for the event. For more information, go to

300 West Main St
27510 Carrboro, North Carolina
Apr 07 2017
Literary Icons Series, a Beverly Pritchard Lecture Series event

Center for Women Writers launches the Literary Icons Series under the placard of the Beverly Pritchard Lecture Series, with award-winning authors Ana Castillo and Toi Derricotte. These two ground-breaking writers have long careers as literary stalwarts, activists and advocates. They have each published extensively in poetry and prose and have each written haunting, lyric, genre-defying memoirs on their lives as women-of-color writers.


601 S. Church Street
27101 Winston-Salem, North Carolina

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There was no water at my grandfather's
when I was a kid and would go for it
with two zinc buckets. Down the path,
past the cow by the foundation where
the fine people's house was before
they arranged to have it burned down.
To the neighbor's cool well. Would
come back with pails too heavy,
so my mouth pulled out
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


          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