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

date
Sep 22 2017
The Environment of the College Classroom

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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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
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
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

 

          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