North Carolina

The current state poet laureate of North Carolina is Shelby Stephenson, who was appointed in 2015. Stephenson is the author of nine books of poetry, most recently Family Matters: Homage to July, the Slave Girl (Bellday Books, 2008). He has received a North Carolina Award for Literature and was inducted into the North Carolina Literary Hall of Fame in 2015. Stephenson served as professor of English at UNC-Pembroke from 1978 to 2010 and currently runs writing workships in assisted living communities.

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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
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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
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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