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 airjump to
states
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.
upcoming events
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Sep 22 2017
Scholars Erica Chu and Gabriella Gutiérrez y Muhs and creative writers and scholars Ching-In Chen, Ailish Hopper and Prageeta Sharma will discuss “identity politics” in college classrooms. 1:00pm to 2:30pm
601 S. Church St
27101
Winston Salem, North Carolina
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recent & featured listings
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| Conference | Writers' Week Symposium | North Carolina |
| Literary Organization | Winston-Salem Writers | North Carolina |
| Writing Program | Warren Wilson College | North Carolina |
| Small Press | Wake Forest University Press | North Carolina |
| Small Press | University of North Carolina Press | North Carolina |
| Writing Program | The University of North Carolina, Wilmington | North Carolina |
| Writing Program | The University of North Carolina, Greensboro | North Carolina |
| Writing Program | The University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill | North Carolina |
| Poetry-Friendly Bookstore | The Regulator Bookshop | North Carolina |
| Literary Magazine | The Pedestal Magazine | North Carolina |
poems
poem
1999
poem
2009
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
poem
2016
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
