I’m older than my father when he turned bright gold and left his body with its used-up liver in the Faulkner Hospital, Jamaica Plain. I don’t believe in the afterlife, don’t know where he is now his flesh has finished rotting from his long bones in the Jewish Cemetery—he could be the only convert under
In 1963, Virginia established a state poet laureate position, which is currently held by Henry Hart, who was appointed to a two-year term in 2018. Hart is the author of several books of poetry and criticism, including Background Radition (Salt, 2007).
In 2016, Katherine E. Young was named poet laureate of Arlington County, Virginia. Young will serve a two-year term.
May 04 2019
Join us for a celebration of Nelson County poet Lynn Martin’s posthumous collection of poems, Shiver.
As giovanni singleton urged, "Get on board with this moaning, murmurous, hullabalooing wild poetry of place." Shiver is being released posthumously by Tender Buttons Press, a New York City press dedicated to publishing the best in experimental women’s writing. Shiver by fellow artists and friends will be followed by a reception. CDs featuring Martin performing her work with backup musicians will be available exclusively at the event, free with book purchase.
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Just past dusk I passed Christiansburg, cluster of lights sharpening as the violet backdrop of the Blue Ridge darkened. Not stars but blue-black mountains rose before me, rose like sleep after hours of driving, hundreds of miles blurred behind me. My eyelids were so heavy but I could see far ahead a summer