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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Dec 04 2016
Black Lives Matters + Justice4Women: Open Mic & Book Launch

Join the Center for Women Writers for an open mic and a celebration of the publication of two important anthologies published by NC presses—Red Sky (Sable Press) and Resisting Arrest: Poems to Stretch the Sky (Jacar Press). These timely anthologies recognize the impact of brutalities against people of color and women.
Attendees are invited to read two poems for our open mic: one by a woman of color who writes toward social justice, and one original poem that speaks toward social justice.

4:00pm
601 S. Church Street
27514 Winston-Salem, North Carolina

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poems

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          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

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
poem
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