Duff Plunkett, Annaliese Jakimides, and Carol Bachofner will be reaing
their poetry starting at 7 p.m. Friday, July 27, as part of the Bookey
Readings at the Harlow Gallery, 100 Water St., Hallowell, Maine.
Kathleen Ellis, Leonore Hildebrandt, and Claire Millikin will read from
their poetry starting at 4:30 p.m. Wednesday, Aug. 8, at the Camden
Public Library, 55 Main St., Camden, Maine.
The 14th annual Belfast Poetry Festival will be held Friday and
Saturday, Oct. 12 and 13, 2018, in downtown Belfast, Maine. For more
information and to submit proposals contact
Edgar Allen Beem: "Humble Origins — How art can create identity" .
Maine Arts Journal Spring 2018. "On a moral scale of human activity
from genocide at one end to sainthood at the other, all art making,
whether that of children, amateurs, outsiders, fine artists or geniuses,
is way up there at the divine end of the spectrum." This beautiful
little essay sums up the philosophy of poetry reviewing in the Parallel
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
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
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."
Reviews and essays on poetry books and projects nationwide.
Reviews, essays and features on poetry, literature and the arts.
Events overheard of & etc.
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,
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.
3. 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
Sew & cook for all your worth
& satisfaction will pour forth!
Patricia Ranzoni is poet laureate of Bucksport, Maine.
By Patricia Ranzoni
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.
untitled (from "Island Poems")
By Peter Kilgore
poems by and/or reviews of poetry, fiction, novel, nonfiction, memoir:
Richard Grossinger - Pluto
Hearts in Suspension
Bazaar of Bad Dreams
Birth of the Imagination - William Carlos Williams
John Holt Willey
University of Maine Press
Taisen Deshimaru Roshi
Simone Paradis Hanson
Summer to Fall
Lewis Turco - Enkidu
Burton Hatlen - Elegies and Valedictions
Caught - Glen Libby - Antonia Small
3 Nations Anthology
One Man's Maine
Tourists in the Known World
William Hathaway - Dawn Chorus
Michael Campagnoli - The Home Stretch
Dave Morrison Welcome Homesick
drought makes us act crazy voles eat
hot peppers bite the stems of climbing
peas the whole plant dies for one bite
yellow pea strings hang on the chicken
wire trellises what can move is set
in new motion where will this end?
Jim Smethurst, a graduate of the University of Southern Maine, is a professor
in the W.E.B. Du Bois Department of African-American Studies at
By Jim Smethurst
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
By D.W. Brainerd
This city which I dreamt has become my labyrinth,
a challenge of grim streets, stolen sugar packets,
warm yellow cubicles of light, exotic prints framed in
antiquity, mannikins like pilgrims on strange and
otherworldly journeys. Drifting through oscillating
streets of whiskey and peaches beneath an obscene
painter's palette, vanishing in waterfront fog,
Portland suggests other cities, lives and destinies
glimpsed, imagined, dreamt, their fictions interwoven
with the gaily painted boats, the white nuns circling
overhead. A lone saxophone gives way to jazz from a bar
and primitive hypnotic beats from a passing car until
another lilac dusk returns just as a provocative piano tune
drifts down from a window somewhere behind the old stone church.
Annie Seikonia is a lifelong resident of Portland, Maine.
(from Fifty Portland Sonnets, 1994)
By Annie Seikonia
Some tastes run to strawberry-rhubarb soup
or rhubarb sauce on stuffed rock Cornish hen
or cream cheese rhubarb pie with almond garnish,
but you’ve never sampled any of them,
preferring your rhubarb the way you find it:
pulling, not cutting, the sourest stalk
that ever on earth grew gracefully
from its flourishing place in the humid rot
where coffee grounds lie down with eggshells
in this gross feeder’s slow-cooked hash,
with bean bushes and lobster claws
and all our richest, well-composted trash.
Rick Doyle lives in Bucksport, Maine, where he practices
By Rick Doyle
Geometry of the Cosmos / Francisco de Holanda