Jean Valentine and Adrienne Rich: Crossing Generations

Jean Valentine and Adrienne Rich: Crossing Generations

Poland Springs, Maine’s infamous water, sold worldwide, brings nothing to the town of Poland Springs, except the threat of poison. The springs ran dry fifty years ago, and the remaining Maine sources are close to human waste dumps, landfill, fish hatchery or toxic petroleum dump sites. It all matters, and back at my house, a little after 6pm, I meet with young poet filmmaker Matt to talk poetry.

The Word I Couldn’t Leave

The Word I Couldn’t Leave

I didn’t know how obsessed I was with the world – with the actual word world – until I went through my last book of poems and saw that I used the word at least 30 times.  Actually, another poet told me I used it 30 times but of course I went back and counted the words myself (because they were my words) to see if this was true.  I’d never done anything like that – count how many times a word got used.  I wonder if other poets do this?

MFAW-VT Alumna Chera Hammons Miller Named Writer-in-Residence

MFAW-VT Alumna Chera Hammons Miller Named Writer-in-Residence

Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Connotation Press, Rattle, Sugar House Review, Tar River Poetry, THRUSH, Tupelo Quarterly, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and The Writer’s Almanac, among others. Books include Amaranthine Hour (Jacar Press, 2012), Recycled Explosions (Ink Brush Press, 2016), and The Traveler’s Guide to Bomb City (Purple Flag Press, forthcoming January 2017). She is a member of the editorial board of poetry journal One. She lives in Amarillo, TX.

Imaginative Literature in Dark Times

Imaginative Literature in Dark Times

I was a child in Los Angeles adrift in a world of TV and spectacle and vapidity and a deep unarticulated loneliness and out-of-placeness, where I  learned and loved to read and found in literature the wild connections, understanding, and a chorus of voices which spoke to me then across time, space, culture and language, and encouraged and emboldened me, and continue to do so until today.

I was a child in Los Angeles adrift in a world of TV and spectacle and vapidity and a deep unarticulated loneliness and out-of-placeness, where I  learned and loved to read and found in literature the wild connections, understanding, and a chorus of voices which spoke to me then across time, space, culture and language, and encouraged and emboldened me, and continue to do so until today.

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