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The Terry Plunkett Maine Poetry Festival will be held Friday, April 6, at the University of Maine at Augusta. The event will include a "Congress of Maine Poets" beginning with a talk by former Maine Poet Laureate Betsy Sholl at 12:30 p.m., group discussions, and an evening talk by keynote poet Sharon Olds. Information is available online and by contacting event organizer Ellen Taylor.

In Verse: Maine Places and People.
Poems in the Lewiston Sun Journal. Edited by Dennis Camire

Deep Water: Maine poems in the Portland Press Herald. Edited by Gibson Fay-LeBlanc.

Maine Literary Awards honor the state’s top books and writers for 2017, Portland Press Herald

Hancock County poet Carl Little: "Poems reveal the extraordinary in the ordinary in Ellsworth." Ellsworth American.

Maine's WERU 89.9 FM Writers Forum with host Nancy Tancredi airs at 11 a.m. the second Thursday of each month. Streaming archives.

20 Maine Poets Read and Discuss Their Work.
Recently made videos.

The Cafe Review
Maine's longest-running small magazine of poetry and reviews from Maine poets and others

The Catch
Online journal of writings from Downeast Maine.

William Hathaway's Poetry Drawer. Not for the faint of art. "Given a choice between lucky in love or with parking places, it’s startling how many choose the latter."

Galatea Resurrects
Reviews and essays on poetry books and projects nationwide.

Rain Taxi
Reviews, essays and features on poetry, literature and the arts.

Events overheard of & etc.
Protest Rally / Jacob Lawrence
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Backyard naturalist
Chris Peary
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Poetry and books tracked in outback Maine
Here, notes in Mama's hand at 56, written in red, ball point script,
found by our brother in a vintage biscuit tin from Carr's of
Carlisle Limited, England, years now since her death at 96.

Something elegant and useful catching our father's eye trading,
knowing she'd admire it. Wouldn't want him to sell it if
he brought it home so he did, and she did, so he could feel
he pleased her this time.

Fancy, the cross-stitched sampler motif -- ecru ground, green-
wreathed, with multi-colored blooms centered with sayings
for the child born each day of the week. Just right
for us five, counting the lid.

And just right for all those years of keepsakes she'd never guess
would be safe that long with him being hurt and out of work
and us claiming whatever spare things we might find around
the house for our own precious use.

Beribboned hand-made treasures from our father to his mother
all the way to ours for ours, bundled with war ration books,
tickets and programs from years of occasions making her proud
with her kids' names among the honored though she couldn't
attend everything with his condition and the stoves and little
ones needing tending.

So here's her plan on paper torn from something, some use
left to it, folded into fourths and saved in this envelope marked
“Christmas Information.” How to Enjoy Christmas Giving
by J. Smith, 1972 with another note on the back: Some traditional
concepts will have to be balanced against common sense so I am
compiling a list which I think works real well in our world of today,
and our particular situation. (Pay Central Maine Power, Dr. Gould,
Fortin's Oil.)

1. Save own money. (Do not depend on banks & clubs)
This way it is always at your disposal.
Dimes & quarters are best.

2. Make a
short list for each shopping trip.

Plan several months in advance and get necessary
information, second and third choices.

4. Buy wrappings & cards at beginning of season and
get plenty of them at a cut-rate store. Take your time
in buying!

post script:
Sew & cook for all your worth
& satisfaction will pour forth!

Patricia Ranzoni is poet laureate of Bucksport, Maine.
Christmas Information
By Patricia Ranzoni
winter consortium
jay squawk
the wind high
in trees
velvet spikes
of staghorn
soft fur
the snow
fruit on pale limbs
wine cups
apple scrolls
the noon sky
bows of waves
soft breasts
of tide lips
of foam

Peter Kilgore was born, grew up and lived most of his life in Portland, Maine. He died in 1992 at the age of 52. This poem is from a recently discovered manuscript found among his papers.

By Peter Kilgore
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poems by and/or reviews of poetry, fiction, novel, nonfiction, memoir:
Cafe Review
Richard Grossinger - Pluto
Steve Luttrell
Robert Chute
Stephen King
Hearts in Suspension
Mr. Mercedes
Finders Keepers
Bazaar of Bad Dreams
Bruce Holsapple
Birth of the Imagination - William Carlos Williams
Kenneth Frost
Carolyn Gelland
Lee Sharkey
Wesley McNair
Bruce Wallace
Carolyn Locke
Dave Morrison
Arthur Rimbaud
Glenn Cooper
Leonore Hildebrandt
Teresa Lagrange
John Holt Willey
Edward Lorusso
Wesley McNair
George Danby
Lindy Hough
Alfred DePew
Dirk Dunbar
Chris Peary
james lowe
Richard Foerster
Stuart Kestenbaum
Megan Grumbling
Alex Irvine
Take Heart
Jeanne Braham
Judith Robbins
Jennifer Wixson
Tenants Harbor
Will Lane
University of Maine Press
Thomas Moore
Dana Wilde
Jeri Theriault
Philippe Coupey
Taisen Deshimaru Roshi
Alistair Noon
Simone Paradis Hanson
Dennis Camire
Joal Hetherington
Peter Pfeiffer
Bill Roorbach
Richard Russo
Patricia Ranzoni
Still Mill
Rick Doyle
Summer to Fall
Lewis Turco - Enkidu
Burton Hatlen - Elegies and Valedictions
Caught - Glen Libby - Antonia Small
3 Nations Anthology
Wormser Tom O'Vietnam
Surrounded by brick music, the sonic walls are designed
to be invisible. Cumberland Avenue, now bends in a
long arc, dreamed out of unturned stone, I’m on a bike
ride that returns to the point of departure. I would have
never guessed that, of all places, I would try to pedal
back to this. So many ends in the middle distance: a
walk around a dance; promenade west or east, a bay,
islands in the background; a reason to vanish, named
in a name like the oaks of Deering Oaks and gone, like
love as it ends or begins or curves on that long arc.

Jim Smethurst, a graduate of the Universty of Southern Maine, is a professor in the W.E.B. Du Bois Department of African-American Studies at UMass-Amherst.

Portland Dream
By Jim Smethurst
for Susanne

Vacant eyes that gazed timelessly
toward the Lido and past Punta Sabbioni
now shallow hollowly between sugared lumps
on erased faces. No need to journey back
to see what is said passing years have done
when we can twiddle up the tears of things
in pictures on our phones. Why is blue
glass so treasured over coke bottle green?
Like shards of memory roughened soft,
all stinging glare and slicing edges
polish to glowing lozenges, as if the sea
spat half-sucked candies upon the strand.
Blue-bottled magnesium milk chalked guts
with a powdered soup of ancient sea lime
to cure the mal-de-mer, and trash
that’s now prized so rare once littered
everywhere. No ticking tock burned off
stolid Venetian faces that had stared
impassively upon some million tides
but our new acid smaze. So don’t glibly blame
the flowing years themselves. The moon
drags oceans back and forth, like a woman
rubbing clothes over stones by its pearly glow,
but it’s ground grit itself, gently swirling
in eternal swaying wash, that grinds
smashed garbage into cherished gems.

William Hathaway in recent years moved from Surry, Maine, to Gettysburg, Pa. His most recent collection in a long, distinguished career is The Right No.
Sea Glass
By William Hathaway
head bent back from watching
circling raptors float above the river,
my focus gets scattered by mottled clouds
that cover the whole of the sky,
and then I find myself in prayer,
and then in poem

D.W. Brainerd lives on French Island, Old Town, Maine. His self-made collections of poetry include Under the Gold Sun and A Turn of the Wheel, and his reviews of poetry have appeared in Small Press Review.
River-Sky-Mind Words
By D.W. Brainerd