Kathleen Ellis will lead the Flexing Your Muscles Poetry Writing
Workshop, 10 a.m. to 1 p.m., March 12-16, at the Farnsworth Art
Museum, Rockland, Maine. For information and to enroll, call
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
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
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
I like Richard Wilbur’s poem about domesticating fear
in the barred owl’s “who cooks for you,” but he misses
my fearful domestic desire. I want the owl to eat the
voles. They wiped out my peas, ate about a third of my
beans, and chewed up my hot peppers. How can I be a
vegetarian, eat out of my backyard without the owl?
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
By Jim Smethurst
These leaves -- less leaves
than moth wings, folded, green
(same shade, as thin) -- would seem
to want flight and will not take flight:
there’s no flight to be taken
where the rooted seeks out light.
Still tendrilled vines climb blindly.
Short of flight support is found.
But see how these two cling together
sagging together to the ground!
Rick Doyle lives in Bucksport, Maine, where he practices
By Rick Doyle
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
One bat will flit in and then out
of a sodium streetlight’s orange orb
when it awakens from winter.
Once it slept tucked tight
to itself like a small gray pocket purse
deep in a shed’s stacked shutters,
but now — where? Once several
weaved light to dark, snatching bugs
drawn to a white glow in the night —
for what? Or is the right word why?
And yes, dark-this/dark-that
bores us — nothing to see there —
though the energy of its matter
makes this universe sprinkled
with bright dots of light, all we look at
in night’s black expanse.
Will the furious flutter in and out
of one bat be enough? Few
notice that fewer bugs splatter
where cars once had grills
bristled by desiccated splats.
With two-ply windows who needs
shutters or sheds where rats
gnawed burlap into nests and bats
nestled in slats with heartbeats
too slow for dreaming?
William Hathaway in recent years moved from Surry, Maine,
to Gettysburg, Pa. His new collection in a long, distinguished
career is Dawn Chorus: New and Selected Poems.
By William Hathaway