Funny, down to earth, irreverent poems communicate before they are even understood. This workshop will explore genre and encompass form of poetry by traditionally loved and lesser known contemporary poets. Join us at 7 pm Wednesday, November 13 at the Kent Memorial Library, 50 North Main Street, Suffield, CT. RSVP: 860=668=3896.
The Gallery of Readers will present four poets, including Jonathan Wright and Eileen Kennedy, at 7 pm on Friday, July 29 at the A.P.E. Gallery in Northampton, MA. This reading is in conjunction with the exhibit “Gathering of Light.” Join us.
The Quabbin Writers Salon will read on Saturday April 21 in the Amherst Room of the Jones Library in Amherst at 3 pm from their anthology, Microbursts. Come join us.
I am very grateful that Mass Poetry has used one of my poems for “Poem of the Moment.” It will be up until April 17. Check it out:
They look forward to reading your poems!
Anunque el cuerpo se marchite
Hay un misterio que sobrepasa mi llanto y mi sobriedad.
¿Qué esconden las tinieblas? ¿Qué disrazan las sombras?
Cuando era niño lloraba
No entendia la noche
Que tiene un dulce aroma de tierra pisada por las pajaros,
Y ahora no entiendo la muerte,
Aunque sepa que es cuando la luz se abre en el infinito
Y los ojos dejan de llorar.
Although the body may fade
There is a mystery greater than my weeping and my sorrow.
What does darkness hide, what do shadows disguise?
When I was a boy I used to cry.
I did not understand night
With its sweet aroma of earth softly trodden by birds,
and now I do not understand death,
although I am aware that it is when light opens to infinity
and eyes cease weeping.